My feet are made out of lead
A heart, made out of solid ice
With eyes constantly looking for prey
In a game of cats and mice

When I caught your tail
Slowly putting you in my mouth
You were alive, but you didn’t make a sound
I swallowed you up, but still no shouts

With such grace and acceptance
You took on your death and mine
Created a love without malice
Made this rusted beast shine

I kept you tucked under my rib
Where you picked away at my scabs
Undid all my roots, untied all my knots
Gave meaning to life, at last

Without struggle, without a word
You picked up my heavy heart
Never letting me hit the ground
Never letting me fall apart

The light to the end of the tunnel
Was you, who was waiting for me
I was your purpose to live
The heart that kept you steady

From a lion I became a flower
With your soft, able hands
You were the soil to give me life
The only one to make me stand.