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
Call
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