Raven's Bitter Memorance

I And I stand here as marble flesh. Inflecting upon the Ravens breadth. A quarrelsome memory of the two Beating the Winter’s silent dues, As the tears froze into crispy flakes, Etched with the brimming rays Of fallen angels melting. Left over with two footsteps and a crooked smile, Pudgy fingers have delightfully drawn a circle, captioned “Halo”. Where we stood up and looked down at the Fallen angel melting, Kicked in the stomach by our own two feet. As our hands too have curled up and withered. II The roses breathed once more. Momentarily of course, As they watched you walk by. Trembling with each wind as your skirt chasseyed Soon smoothing out your bent knees, in which the song, Comforted roses below. Not! The ones warmed by the sun. Plucked from its havan you sang And each petal floated to its grave. Where the Raven croaked again. III To eyes yearning of innocence Without ignorance, Stripped of the chills April pushed away. Goodbye heavy heads filled with regret. Hello youth. Where the sun shot Saint Valentines arrow, Tripping us over the metal fence of You were for her And she was for you Thus so woven between individual space conjoined at the hip, Nothing can get through us. Not even The croak of that Raven, Nodding his head to your despair. IIII Until we circled around the table you carved for us our initials. To which memories and crumbs Devoured The laugh of your smile. And as the branches trembled, So clipped of its wings, time stood still. We forgot the black birds notice. Locked him outside and let you in For this one day, Of you me, A quarrelsome shalt be remembered.