sexual whispers <br />'neath the shadows mingling, <br />the dirt and the failures, <br /> <br />and the phone not answered. <br />the fireplace gone cold, <br />the trees stripped bare.... <br /> <br />the blare of the news, <br />cutting deep to the quick. <br />the anger, and the lostness, <br /> <br />without direction or virtue. <br />dust on the Bible, <br />a box of shells by the bed. <br /> <br />sexual whispers, <br />or just memories, and need!<br /><br />Eric Cockrell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sexual-whispers/
