i glimpsed a bird in your throat,
the wink of an albatross that i would love to meet
please tell me its painful name
that bird is in your eyes and it flies south, i swear
as you try to speak through ribless wings
your grin stretched by the span of the tips,
a grimace torn and little bones bloody and brittle
once more barbed into your lips
i'll untie it from your neck,
send frozen breath in wisps to bite the pain
but first you have to tell me,
that bird. i need to know its name
we have learned the dance we will not need again,
for that i am not sad ,
but we have also learned to speak in albatross,
so please , i need to know the name
shall i set it free or shall we feast,
your soul is mine, it soars in me, it makes me fly
so let the big bird go for now
until it needs to rest again and i,
perch for your albatross, will
whisper to it when my onslaught is done,
and feed him the spikes
from your lips and your tongue
the (zebra)albatross
when a bird first returns to the colony it will dance with many partners, but after a number of years the number of birds an individual will interact with drops, until one partner is chosen and a pair is formed. they then continue to perfect an individual language that will eventually be unique to that one pair. having established a pair bond that will last for life, however, most of that dance will never be used again.
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