Worshiper

She has skin that’s never been

Touched by light

Hardened porcelain

Forged in the dead of night

She has a glow all her own

A harsh white hue

Warmer than fires I’ve ever known

Yet somehow colder too

And I will follow her

Where ever she may lead me

A hungry, humble worshiper

To a goddess who will not feed me

She is a fluid force

An ocean of indifference

Yet her beauty has me stay the course

Drowning and gasping for deliverance

She never thinks of me

This I know

Above me like the sun she’ll be

Where blinded I burn below

And I will follow her

Where ever she may lead me

A hungry, humble worshiper

To a goddess who will not feed me

She smiles and I feel homeless

Left to wander a parched landscape

Her touch leaves me boneless

With a thirst I can’t alleviate

She is the lasting day

I am the fleeting moment

Her love is a sinner’s way

For which I won’t seek atonement

And I will follow her

Where ever she may lead me

A hungry, humble worshiper

To a goddess who will not feed me