I find creeping, crawling ways
to miss the spices of your skin
The aching recipe of your arms,
enfolds me in them once again.
The passion pains have long since healed
your hair reluctantly, swept away,
the gods you instilled in my head
hold crumbling ideals that shake and sway.
Today, the pull of a lesser god
has me down on reverent knees,
I've traded away your distant chains
for the pillars of security.
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