"to love" a Cinquain Garland

Blackbird,
over the top sigh,
spinning alas stricken why?
Grief does not know it chose an end,
tis near,

Blackbird,
spoke in my ear,
as she spread her wings spry.
When I think love to often cry,
for you.

Blackbird,
she is so sly,
to hear waves flowing tears,
spreading sovereign pound for pound,
to fly.

Blackbird,
it's you I knew.
pounce on douse ounce for ounce,
all your life you've always waited,
tis nigh.

Blackbird,
from dusk till dawn,
make love to me my fawn,
plunge in my fire drench my desire,
to touch.

Blackbird,
spoke in my ear,
to hear waves flowing tears,
all your life you've always waited,
to touch.