THE MERCY OF CROWS You came to me where the black crows drank From a river dark as glass. Copper burning through the twilight... Like autumn couldn't last. You wore the moon like borrowed velvet, Hung low against your skin. Funny how the holiest prayers Always taste a little like sin. There were thirty candles breathing, None of them surrendered flame. You never asked me for tomorrow... You only whispered my name. You move like smoke through stained-glass windows, Slow enough to change the room. Some women kiss like Sunday morning... You kissed me like the moon. You get beneath my ribs like scripture, Writing things I never knew. One hand full of sweet temptation, One still reaching for the truth. Every touch another riddle, Every breath another door. Funny how the deepest hunger Always leaves me wanting more. The ravens watched without a sermon. The pines forgot the wind. Even all the crooked shadows Leaned a little further in. You poured the bourbon for the silence, Left the bottle for the ghosts. Funny how the sweetest poison Never bragged about its dose. You laid your head upon my shoulder Like kingdoms used to fall. I couldn't tell if I was holding you... Or holding Heaven after all. Maybe Eden wasn't ruined... Maybe Adam chose the night. Maybe every burning angel Only wanted one more light. Maybe Heaven isn't waiting... Maybe Heaven's wearing skin. Maybe every locked cathedral Opens from the soul within. You get beneath my ribs like scripture, Still unfolding every page. Every kiss a quiet resurrection, Every touch another cage. You never asked me for forever, Never promised we were safe. You just smiled like you knew some fires were never meant to die...
