Part-Time Goddess

I like this pedestal you've put me on.
Magnificent view. Great for a shorty like me.
I love the adulation you strew at my feet:
Rose petals, soft and dewy to walk upon,
But I must tread them lightly, lest I leave
Unintended bruises and, thus,
Lose all that adoration to my clumsy clay feet.

I will clap my hands and laugh to make music for you.
I'll snap my fingers to give you light.
Blow you kisses to steal your breath.
Breathe into you to give you life.

I will ease your pain,
Make miracles for you,
Dance to shake your world,
Whirl to put wind in your sails
So you can go on any journey you seek.
I will always be there for you.

I love this pedestal you've put me on,
But I haven't the slightest inkling how
To make my way down so I may
Go to the bathroom and sit on the can
When my bladder reminds me of its presence.

There is this feeling of smallness
Standing so high above the world
Where you put me.

I am beginning to feel
Like a treed cat.
The way down
Gives me acrophobia
And sweat breaks out
On a brow hewn of flesh,
Not marble, or granite, or even of wood.

But I do realize that you
Sometimes need me up here
As surely as I sometimes need you
At my feet, kissing my toes,
Making a goddess of me.

I try, my darling mortal,
And, occasionally, I succeed.

So, let's broker a deal here.
Put me up there
On that damned perfect pillar
Of gold and marble and what-have-you
And I will stand there for
As long as you need me
When you need me to.

But

Set a ladder or rope for me
To bring myself down
For bathroom breaks
And other proof of humanity.
Please?

I can't do this
Goddess business full-time.
For you, however,
I will do it as much as I can.

Now, back to where we were
Before I made all these silly complaints:

You were adoring me,
Weren't you?
So let me see you
On grateful knees
Worshipping at my altar.

Let me see you spread in abandon,
A living sacrifice upon my plinth.

Let me grant unto you
My pleasure
At all you offer
Up to me.

I'm on the clock now.
After all, I like this pedestal.