The Poetry of Mark Daniel Milbocker 
Changeling

I formed these limbs to
lift me from this puddle
congeal and render
sockets and a cheekbone 
to love, lipped and quivering.

I pushed my prone erect
flat-fingered and clenching
steadied so you may
approach and caress 
the fur flushing from 
my porosity so your touch
finds my welcomed answers.

I find myself upon wings
and fluttering in your atmosphere, 
inhaled and enamored, I surge
and stretch my tendrils to the clouds
arisen in the afternoon, 
napped and naked, showered in your
warm tears, joyful and cherished,
swaddled in your ermined love nest
I turn over my tessalations.
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