The Gleaming Crow, a Treasure Before Her Eyes

The gleaming crow, a treasure before her eyes Her flirtatious wings dripping out behind her Like lush curtains they swayed in the wind Her coiled claws, held to her chest, scraped one another She cawed to him I love you I love you His fragmented eyes looked back The not yet dried glue dripping from their edges He said to her This wounded stallion The lasso tight around his thick neck His once free main weighted down He said to her I loved what you stole, what you cannot replace She looked at him, he saw himself in her gaze, the stallion He saw himself in the blood beneath him Its shimmers cried betrayal He saw himself His shriveled form, his broken eyes She said to him You will learn to love me more He looked at her, she looked at him She saw herself in the waters of her toil She saw her beauty, the beauty he must see He looked at her, her inky talons plotting their mischief He said to her I am not yours to claim, you took my world, I am no more I will rebuild your world She said With my hand He heard claw He stood above the red waters He remembered the rubble of his old home, the walls he had built She had torn them down and claimed him, his wings clipped She loved him when he flew He was no more Soon she would learn what he has lost She would lose what he cannot Her need They always do All of them © Samir Georges 2009