avian lovers

my lover is a vulture

i a silver crane

side by side

we live our lives

through pleasure

and through pain

my lover is barbaric

he only feeds on bones

though i prefer

a glimmering fish

i hate to eat alone

the people think it strange

that i dance for him

by the way they talk

you'd think it was a sin

but it's not odd to me

our twisted harmony

for the red on my head

is the red on his chest

i see it

and so does he

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