Holy Grail

I want you in every manner Hot as hell and yet celestial I need you every hour As mundane and extraterrestrial I want you as monks want to pray And to reverence sacred things I need you still as a prey And as predators devour things You'll have me as the cloud Gentle, calm, slow and still I need you not too loud But you need not be quiet still You'll have me as demons sent To possess anything You'll have me as a saint That worships a holy being I'll come to you as a tourist Exploring all; ancient and modern You'll have me as a florist Who loves to tender his lovely garden I see you as a beast 'Cause you devoured every bit of me Yet I see you as my feast For the satisfaction you give to me © Kanu Ekpezu