Your Face...

it comes on me sudden,
lightning without thunder.
a hole in the bucket,
the branch falls from the tree!

the quake and the tremor,
harsh wind slaps my face.
the fire gone out,
the night cold and dark.

a bent nail in the bridge,
the road that just ends.
the door left open,
the stranger's heavy breathing.

the touch, the smell,
and the taste of want...
want carried by love,
and love wears your face!

poem by Eric Cockrell
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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