Buttered

Buttered and confessed every stray
Wet behind the knees change your mind
Holy waters low tide
In between bored and sin
Reeds and twine heel and rose always mine
Shallow tide a crooked time to wake you
Falling sickness faked unkind
Drawn to your sore lip shallow
Holy water’s low tide
Another fixture waiting
Badly grazed almondine every stray
Badly bent would forgive a crooked time
Reeds and twine heel and rose always mine
Badly grazed would forgive a crooked time