The only gods I have ever worshipped
Have been the ones I could touch
The ones that ask for nothing
Besides the gentle rotation of a thumb

The dragging of teeth over smooth skin
The silk of hair cascading where it shouldn't
Nails and fingertips tracing veins and arteries
Flesh and flesh and blood and flesh

And what god would not want to be revered
In the way that I pray to you
The same way every man should pray
On his knees, with your fingers in their hair