The Ritual I

In you I anoint my
body with costly
oil.  In you I
sit at your feet and
wash them.  In you
I attend the
words of your mouth,
the touch of your
hand.  Descend O
power and heal
your world of
all its ills and woe.
I wait on you
and oil my skin in
hungering, the balm is
smooth and runs
of its own accord -
to ground - the
change of life we owe
and feed
when we are done.

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