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

Played in your eyes

Wishes drop through the air

And rip into the floor

Crowned with blazing leaves her hair

And flesh,

Limp and poor