The Bog Bodies

My man is a stagnant water
A mud-your-linen, cacklin' bog land
Waded in his iris to my knees

I bathed in his mouth overnight
We drank moonbeams from oily skies
Come dawn, he begged me: Please love, never leave

I have hands for building altars
Lips to pray to reckless gods
I was made to be a devotee

His mangroves held me till I died
My bodies relic left behind
To fossilize beneath the willow treesa

Thrashing like Ophelia in my feather down coat
Someone teach me to love without it swallowing me whole

If to love is to be changed, I'm only worsenin'
Mosquito larvae in my ribs
He only loves me when I rot with him

I'm my father's stubborn daughter
And I am no gentle lover
Only crown I wear is loyalty

My man is a stagnant water
A mud-your-linen, cacklin' bog land
And I'm forever stuck his bog body

My man is a stagnant water
A mud-your-linen, cacklin' bog land
And I'm forever stuck his bog body