Altar

This heart, the color of a bruise
Is an oracle for your devising,
With your flesh wanting too,
I have become the sacrifice~

A prickly evening bloom,
Sweet and burning upon your rising
I offer myself up to the moon,
A vein that has bled for you~

Oh, Life! Oh, Lamb!
Devour all that lay down before us,
Consume the essence of what I am
And take me low before your altar~