The vultures pretty little lovebird

A nest of bones and boards holds me down

Creaking in my hollow head echoing is endless

I pull my ribs out to tie the endeavour

I’d love to sit and stay a while with you

Live in my bones and maybe you’ll love me too

Please I’m begging you don’t leave me for a valentine’s crown

You won’t leave this nest else you’ll be dusty and restless

Let my marrow sooth you as your thoughts are dysmature

As vultures are the same as dove but our love will make it through

We will share the same boards locking our necks in two

So I’ll be your feather to comfort you when I bite I’ll be your bedgown

To wrap around you so tight I’ll be your bear trapped mistress

That you can throw around how ever you like I’ll let you in and make you secure

So we’ll never leave we’ll never have to know how the world makes it in coup

You just have to love me and bathe with me in my marrow and goo

We can blood eagle each other and we’ll take our bones downtown

Only to dance in flower stores and leaves our bones as gift in practice

Sure desperation taints me but it will soon taint you too as you will be a cure

As you will fix my heart patch it just to rip it off and bleed to all of my clots in blue

But now with swarms of wasps aching my eyes I won’t believe anything to be true


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