Ravens that bleed

crying night i cut you - to watch the  shrouds pour from your holy wounds
listening to silent snow falling inside a summer room-
tasting the lust from years dust
Whiskey Wednesday -who saved ravens for her hair
and dances before the marble and granite audience 
 
making love in golden shallow lakes-
surrounded by crowded spinning history
physical -ultimate - critic
Whiskey Wednesday - she saved Ravens for her hair-
she caught moments for her eyes
 
Darkness came with all the chariots -with all the demons burnt and scalded -the hands melt into friendships grip.
silent early the last breath-
Whiskey Wednesday-she collected Ravens for her hair