Poem: Raven

My dark hair billows like feathers in the breeze,
born aloft by too many flapping wings trying to escape
no matter how far and fast I want to flee
like taking to the winds and flocking as a cloud covering the sun.

Black hair, black dress, and eyelids coated shadows
still aren’t enough to draw your look from my pale cleavage,
pushed higher than it should from the corset I’m wearing
like your arms wish they held.

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