Purest of Scents
Bathe me then bring me home
to that inner sanctum,
rigid and strong,
where Bast is known to rest
in the purest of scents
of woman,
protecting sanctity
and the serenity
of a world gone by
hold me where amulets cast
and hands caress each night
bless me with your dance of life
slowly removing the seven veils
birthed in prodigious fertility
anoint the new and the old
let sunrise burn off the haze
where the bluest of blues have laid
lick the wounds of past
allow this light to last
Bast: https://www.crystalinks.com/bast.html
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