Potion

Thou shall not cut brick nor flesh
We are the direction of the mess.
Conjure up my own luck,
Whilst bathing you, with happiness
sent to you with love and bless
this is the sense of the emptiness,
I own you, as you own me.
together, as one in perpetual motion.
This is my spiritual potion
My ointment and soothing lotion
Just flowing with the motion
Not using my emotion
for anything other than devotion
I am not un-knighted
Although we do remain entwined
Mainly by the game,
to win press one and my work is done
Let my destiny run.