idolatry (as blind as faith and just as sweet)
why do you lay such praises at my feet?
why the silken hymns, slathered on my skin
like fragrant oils?
call me not your goddess,
heed! heed well the warnings of those before you.
why do you call me an ocean?
nay- why do you love me for it?
i am not the scenic gentle beaches of the north;
i am not as kind as your lagoons.
heark! hearken the cries of the drowned.
why do you kneel?
why do you lift your eyes to me
as if i am the Moon herself?
do you not know
i am the one whose heart
has been laid upon your altar?
we are both fools
but we will not stop
until both our temples
have all been burned