my thoughts were on you today
as i found myself in another cave
where the word 'worship' no longer existed
as something daunting
or obsessive
or frightening to me
but where it functioned without pretension
as a befittingly tailored symbol
which i used to paint
the way in which my mind can navigate every inch
of your skin and every curve
of your face
with every fiber of my being in complete
awe and resolution
even your funny nose
but now i wish there were a higher nook
which i could climb to
where i might be safe from that word
or your skin
or your face
or that silly nose
where i would
delicately wrap all of these thoughts
into a little white cloth to keep them
safe and warm from the
dust and decay
of your negligence
and still i am afraid of
'worship' in any context or
in dark caves with
enamored paths or
safe nooks highlighting
funny features or
my thoughts
with you in them
because the spirit i require becomes exhausted
in practically every scenario
and you just might not be worth it
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