midnight hunger pangs

the raven swoops
rustling, settling to nest,
encountering his lover,
wild woman gone child,
resting there, hair tossed,
eyelids, sidelying half moons,
a smile on a face so near sleep,
mind steadied toward dreams.

claws retracted,
cooing replacing his wicked woo,
his puffed chest relaxes in time,
to sinew and bone stretching long,
then curling to meet his aching belly;
intoxicated by her warm milky breath,
he imagines a feast of sweet meats,
laced in blood, but does not eat.