You tempt me to diminish myself and make you a temple --
Think for weeks what helplessness means, no -- mendicancy, despair
On the pilgrimage to your lips. You tame me locked in the cage.
I learn from you: I'm ignorant -- reading you as a textbook.
You train me to perform on the stage set up by your vision --
With the strict obedience of a puppet live in your hands.
You entice me, stricken, to see a concubine as a saint --
And turn this city into your bedroom lit by my nimbus.