Whatever The Cost!

into the wetness, ,
lips burnt and bare..
hard hands gone soft,
thoughts falling like drizzle.

gentle, almost tugging,
pulled close to the fire.
till singed, still smoking,
left in the darkness to die.

a thousand deaths though it be,
with each a universe conceived.
the walls of Rome crumble,
to the shouts and the horns.

a crucifix, and a blade,
sharp on both edges.
the taste of blood and beginning,
raw, simple, and strong...

into the wetness,
whatever the cost!

poem by Eric Cockrell
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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