Black On Black In his briar the blackbird stays, which rustles When she approaches. He flits through bushes, Wary of her, and brown oysters' pearls of amber Glitter and eclipse themselves in the bramble. Layers of leaves and feathers of black Make feathery leaves and leafy feathers. And rainbow words penned in black ink Stay dark in the shadow of black quills. But would she read it if was penned in red, Scribed by quills of gold? He'd shed His feathers and bare his skin, crispy parchment Pressed for freezing ink, and let her have the quill. But he stays beneath the feathers and leaves Her blue rippling in the sun and wind. He'll write black on black, while weather and leaves Keep dark what he has penned.
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