If I treat you like a church
Will you treat me like a headstone?
If you are sacred ground to me
Am I dead and buried beneath you?
If I give you the reverence that thunders through my veins
Will you treasure it like prayer beads
Or anoint every passerby with it
Like blessed water
That you know is really from the tap?
If I touch you like you're made of glass
Will you cut me up with that?
Are you looking for a graffiti artist
Who will scrawl his name on your cheek in mud?
Are you out for blood-
Your own-
In sacrifice to make someone else the temple?
If you are
I fear I will be mumbled like a thoughtless prayer
That nobody really cares the meaning of
And tossed away with a shrug
Like a coin into the collector's basket
Because you know you "should".
The world is my religion
And I see divinity in people.
If I tell you I wish I was shorter
So that I could look up at you
Because it just doesn't feel right to be eye to eye
Will you know what I really mean?
Or will you leave me to wander at night
And wonder why
The church doors are locked
To somebody who worships every waking moment?