Sanctuary by The Godess

Were your arms a church,
I would beg sanctuary,
Your eyes pools of baptism
For a battle scarred soul.

Kisses from you wash through me.
Every word purifying,
Every caress anointing.
Bind the wounds, make me whole.

Fly me away,
Wing me to some Eastern place.
Let the journey with you
Be my salvation.

Share with me love,
The smoke from your lips.
It rises like incense, ascends like chanting,
Carrying with it prayers for completion.

Still and small,
Supplicant and supine,
In the amber glow of the candles,
I wait for your benediction.

Stay with me love,
And hear my confession.
Sort my words with your heart,
Make yours tender and kind.

Were your arms a church,
I would beg sanctuary.
Pull me close to your chest.
Encircle me with divine protection.