You Are Not the One Who Loves Me

You are not the one who loves me
I take you from your bathing
And I dry thee
I am this rope around your feet

And it's summer that bows its head
Down the rivers of night
He fathers great hatred
Oh, and the moon, plain in your eyes

Wishes drop through the air
And rip into the floor
Crowned with blazing leaves, her hair and flesh
Limb and poor



Credits
Writer(s): Aaron Stainthorpe, Hamish Glencross, Andrew David Craighan
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