Crow amongst a cemetery- free form poem

I opened my window today. Only slightly ajar—yet the clarifying air and sounds, amplified by

the lack of barrier—was extremely orgasmic.  I can only conceptualize walking alone at night.

Skipping along the vacant street, the sun-lit moon the only remnant of day. Humming in

pleasurable isolation.  I find the silence rhythmic!  For I am the crow amongst the dead cemetery

—cawing away! I scream and hiss, my guttural pleasures reverberating through clean tension.

Thou envious skeletons shall not harm the living—but repose amongst them! Warmth pooling in

my gut—yet to be released. Agitated it remains, for I am forbidden to brace the lack of day.

Forbid I am—though never prudent. I remain stationed by the window, watching as the crow in

the cemetery falls reserved. The envious skeletons grow reluctant to the living. I long for what

never was, yet it clings to me, as my skipping along the streets moderates to perfunctory—it

remains clawing at my leg. Stationed I am—though I am also lying in the moonlit street,

reposing with the motionless in the cemetery. The motionless that reek of humanity haunting their bones and clinging life.