margaret arrayed the rocks around the hull before
it was sinking, a million stones, a million bones,
a million holes within the chinking.

and painting rings around your eyes these peppered
holes so filled with crying. a whisper weighed
upon the tattered down where you and i were lying.

tell me now, tell me this, a forest's son, a
river's daughter, a willow on the willow wisp, our
ghosts will wander all of the water.

so let's be married here today [bad word] waves
to bare our witness, and we will lye like river
stones rolling only where it takes us.

but i pulled you and i called you here, and i
caught you and i brought you here these hazards of
love, never more will trouble us.

oh margaret the lapping waves are licking quietly
at our ankles another bow another breath this
brilliant [bad word] for the shackle.

with this long [bad word] of air we speak our vows
and sorry whispers, when the waves came crashing
down, he closed his eyes and softly kissed her.

but i pulled you and i called you here, and i
caught you and i brought you here these hazards of
love, never more will trouble us. and these
hazards of love, never more will trouble us.