Gray eyes link these sharp dawns
Bird-chested
These cornered arms
Half-lit, mirthless, marksman
O bending[?] chute, & charm
I took your portrait from the wall
And your picture at the window
s**ed your lemon dry and wept
Deep in the hall
Who would swallow my life?
And leave me as a child
In the whale I can see the bone
And the muscle in dim-light
Who would swallow my life?
And leave me here to die
In these arms I can feel my home
Breaking from inside
In these arms I can feel my home
Breaking from inside
Who would swallow my life?
And leave me here to die
In these arms I can feel my home
Breaking from inside