I need you to sculpture my body from sand,
To mix me with raindrops and make me your clay,
To lay me in front of you shapeless and numb,
And model the well of my mouth with your tongue,
To form, with your fingers, my columns of legs,
To gild, with your gazes, the domes of my chest.
I need you, I need you to shape with your palms
The bells of my nipples to ring in your eyes,
To hack, with your hammer, the arch of my hips,
To build, with your hands, my cathedral of ribs.