God pried you away from me. I wish he had more mercy on my love, I wish he saw how full the fountain of my devotion was. You could cup your hands together and dip them in and be so, irrecoverably satiated and bedaubed. I'd like to think that my grasp was far too deep and cruelly latched onto you, that there were claw marks to be riddled into your skin. I'm much too stubborn for my own good, & I am a Catholic woman, don't get me wrong, but right now the only thing I wish to worship and be fortified by is you. This is the alter, here with me. Your saliva swathed ribbon-like with mine, the blood and my teeth gnawing down on your lip, your sacred body could cleanse me. Let me get down on my knees and pray to you.