The Raven 2 (Free Verse Sonnet) Poem by Gert Strydom

With fever in a dream it landed next to me,
did wander in the mad dreams of my mind,
screeched and with red eyes looked me up and down,
walked up and down from one side to the other
and black its feathers gleamed like the darkness
but that bird was in a rage when I climbed out,
it came from somewhere as a messenger
and the ways of it was much too clever for a raven
but the rite of your prayer expelled it
and hot and soft against me was your naked body,
that I am a man and still do exist was very clear
and holy things I cannot write down right here
only that love do all things placate, seal and cover
and your kisses did revive me from a deep sleep.