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
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