with an owl on her shoulder
and the moon at her back.
I like the windows open,
and the air cold.
I prefer cloth to satin, silver to gold.
I didn't just roll in, some girl from the burbs.
I have marks on my body
from lessons sharp and black.
When you kiss me, if you kiss me,
put your hands on me high, and I'll close my eyes;
just don't forget my owl
with her vigilance,
her talons
and her soft deceptive cries.
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not for any prompt. *facepalm*