Leave me my rituals
The flesh is an ocean.
The truths are all doorways
As lust is emotion.

The tie-knots are leakers
As passive in search.
My motives are pullers
Leaving me hung in the lurch.

Test me on turnstiles.
Work me on pleads.
I drift only daily.
I want only needs.

Keep safe Your distance.
And I'll keep all my words.
You laid me for power.
And left me for cursed.