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
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