Mouthwings

The way one feels could be likened to
An opening or a slamming or a grieving heart

All of them
Have seen inside my mouth
Have grown and flown south

One day I'll be my own lead belly
And I will grow a baby
Oh, he will move so swiftly
To hold me completely

All of them
I've pushed into the air
All of them
Will be with me when we are safe in the salty caves