Changeling

changeling,
dervish lover...

you're all
tongue and
groove!

you salt my desire
like no one else can.

hidden beneath layers
of self-imposed hurt,
and walls you built,
hiding from yourself.

you rage against the storms
of life, your hand quivers
at the wheel!

i wait; a small bird
on your windowsill....
for time to bring you back

from the land of the dead!

poem by Eric Cockrell
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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