My Obsession

My Obsession A murder of crows Filled the skies We watched, from the trees Their song, inelegant and free Filled our souls And we died with every cry My sureness Of your presence My obsession, defined Your lips, soft as feathers Gently fell, upon mine Beautifully black Wet, as the grass That stained your cloak That murderous night Their song, not so sweet Filled our hearts, deep In the cowl of the trees And love, was something For other things, not, I So far beyond it's reach Safe, I lie, your wings, inside