Black was what I thought
about him in the first place
Beauty was what it brought
into my stunned brain-space

Black was his delicious hair
scrubby plumage of a raven
Beauty yielding to despair
he looked anything but craven

Black pearls clinging on his neck
baby, enchaining is the game
Beauty of claw marks on his back
cuty, come to gain some fame

And while I thought oh what a night it might
Some light fell on his wedding band - no sight