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 'til I died My bodies relic left behind To fossilize beneath the willow trees 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