slow dancing, and romancin’
Mr Vulture and me
on the shore
in the rain
on the black-glass rocks
to the beating of the ravenous sea
I’ve got small hands
of chipped porcelain
and his are all clawed and mean
and when he gazes at my face
in this cut throat light
his eyes have a sickly sheen
and so we dance all night
in a jagged two step
and we dance right into the sea
and slide down in the water
this cold black water
to the bottom, Mr Vulture and me
