Crow

What would I say to you?  
My beloved.  
That would carpet your fall  
In heaps of thread  
In heaps of fabric  
That shimmer red.  
 
Your thoughts  
They move like  crows  
Deliberate watching  
Cunning waiting  
Bold with initiative  
 
Fowl ingenuity  
 
Anyhoo  
 
There on the carpet  
   lies  
What is not human  
Feathered around  
the outline  
Of hope  
Green motives brightly  
Spray through the black  
 
What would  I do  
To carpet it?  
 
My manipulation  
My temptation  
To lace your ankles  
with a Jesse  
 
Would never overreach  
Your wing  
 
Sew with words  
My beloved.  
Discords of ambiguity  
So my pearls are not cast  
Before swine.  
 
But threaded beneath a talon  
That harvests a pile  
Worthy of bearing your weight  
 
Anyhoo  
 
I shrug my shoulders  
Of all of it.  
I shrug red shiny glints  
Into the fiber  

And.. 
Behind a glass door  
I watch you  
Land