Devotional
I'm looking for a love with no strings attached
No love at all
Just the push and pull of need and want
Two bodies filling empty spaces
Cast the circle three times to bind
But do not dare to snare me in it
I am not your communion wine
Taking me in your mouth is not permission to swallow
You will not consume me
And I can not save you
I am a changeling child
Born in a cradle of wet earth and beetle wings
Pressed to the breast of an old oak tree
And called up chasing the canopy of leaves and starlight
I am not your benediction
I am of an older religion
One that you can't burn from my tongue