Angry With Love

i love to watch your face,
...angry with love.
your talons wrapped in feathers....

your spread your wings,
call your chickies home!
you stamp your feet,

eyes wrinkled with loving's cost.
your voice soft and firm demands
that your love returns again.....

for a moment forgetting,
all the lies that darkness sold you,
and your passion finds your heart

as if it never left!

poem by Eric Cockrell
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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