Some other when

[alasanon]

Long ago — we
Knew nothing more
My breath was steady, even
My skin felt the wind
If I peered beneath the bark
it was soft and new
Malleable, quiescent
Nacreous, waiting
Let me hold you
Knead your flesh
My hands never claws
My ministrations tender, light
If you shudder under my touch
I would never comment
Myths made simple
Offerings to the gods