Black Love

A darkened heart;
tainted empathy of sin.
Is our love truly profound,
or has it faltered within?

A bleeding heart
of mindless closure.
Searching for life’s bliss
encased in rose and myrrh.

A hopeless heart
brings pain and hurt.
Why do you tease
with false comfort?

A blessed heart,
unites our souls.
A spirit spent
weighs its toll.

So, tell me,
my little sparrow.
When black love calls,
does your heart glow?

And in the midst
of passion lie.
Upon sweet cheeks,
whispered lullabies.

Come to me,
this wintry nigh’.
Bring not your sight,
but your third eye.

In hushed tones
do we appear.
Upon sweet devils
which angels fear.

Rise, my queen,
and take my hand.
Grace mine ears;
speak your command.

Bellowed calls
of night do tremble.
In these endless
wings, assemble.

Speak not of
a lasting grace.
Brought here by
this time and place.

Preach your voice
to hallowed skies.
In murky chorus,
we will reply.