When I see you
my eyes grow black
like a crow's wing
and darken sky blue
I stare too closely
the silky wet of your lips
edged with wisps
I want to brush against
Spring is here
the maddness of wanting
I feel the heat everywhere
I wait in hope
preen before me
dance and caw
let me watch you
glorious spring
the best seat in the house
a dream worth dreaming
a desire that floods me with life again

-By the Corbyhawk herself