The Inner Thigh Of Desire

the tongue stuck...
on the inner thigh
of desire,

throbbing for the candle
lit by inspiration.

a dropp of sweat
falls from the knitted brow
of god speaking forth...

existence.

when nothing remains
but embers and ashes,
the heart cries for the plow

in the field of silence!

a hunger within,
much deeper, much sharper,
bellows one word...

beginning!

and darkness becomes light!

poem by Eric Cockrell
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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