Go back

The strange charms of home

I love to hold a sleeping body

Or pretend the smaller shoes my own

Roaming through morning

My face tightens to the crows

Seeking to be sought

Your bed is now a boat

No need for food or drink

You head straight for the deep

When too long alone

I conjure a thunderstorm to bring you home

What you sought with your pirate eye
is but a ghost of your real hunger

I am taking you under my wing