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