No power to speak, but still I have my tongue to lick
The unprotected pieces of your skin. I have my mouth
To bellow and drone
In wordless anguish by your ears,
My lips -- to harden as a beak to hammer at your house.
No power to hold, but still I have my hands to scratch
My wordless telegrams upon your door. I have my feet
To harden as hooves
To thud beside your bed with rain,
My throat -- to whine with wind, my cheeks -- to rub against your knees.
No power to see, but still I have my eyes to crawl
In darkness on your floor towards your eyes. I have my ears
To harden as claws
To clasp your breath within your walls,
My thoughts -- to hide within each hole, each pore upon your skin.