Secrets Poem by Paige Nielsen

hair is as crow’s wing,
skin like fleeting glimpses of cloud.
she cannot shed her tears
when, unbidden, the thirst rises from the
pit of her stomach,
and she
unsheathes her pointed incisors,
sinks her fangs deep in his throat.

when the lady moon has ’ris
he bays out his devotion.
he cries for a pelt, and a better self.
he howls and revels in
the capture of his prey.

she rises, untamed, singing an
ethereally fatal song.
can’t control the lust for sky,
shrieks uninhibited in bird-form.

He abides an immortal life,
punishment for some wicked sin.
onyx flames lick at his heels,
great wings of corrosion,
shades of indigo, crimson, obsidian.
he lurks in the shadows.

everyone has their secrets...
what’s yours?