Morning Birds
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Eric Cockrell
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i undress you in silence
with words that have fingers,
and need not sound,
or form....
embracing the light
hidden in your darkness,
i lick the years from your eyes.
and coming like rain,
i release your suffering,
drunk on the scent
of your being...
the song of morning birds,
a gift left by the wind...
on the step by your door!
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