Dream the crow black dream

ink-feathered hour perched on my wrist

its eye a coin of omen and play

The night tilts fabulistic, ripe with ifs

every maybe suddenly carnivorous.

Between your breath and mine

the world thins

tar and starlit soot

a kiss smudged with fate

and the crow tutors darkness in how to listen.

It speaks without speech

plots without plan

A fable heat-slicked and bone-bright

magic not promised

only practiced in closeness.

I follow the bird through pitch and pulse

where wanting is a talon

precise and warm

and love goes feral, brilliantly unafraid.

Dream the crow black dream

let it steal the lock from time’s door

let it leave us wing-marked, awake.

Written by https://www.threads.com/@mellie.melts.into.wonder

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