One fine morning,
I invoked you
Out of thin air.
Ran to the sea;
Gathered shells and scales.
From the finest ones,
Made your bones, scalp, fingers and toes.
Stirred the earth;
Doggedly dug for mud and clays.
From the softest ones,
Filled your legs, back, torso and breasts.
Tore the volcanoes;
Drenched myself in hot springs.
From the hottest ones in my palm
Dyed with the wildest red flowers of the forest
Created blood; pumping, pulsing and throbbing in you.
Went to the golden deers;
Asked for their skin.
From the smoothest ones,
Carved your body and covered it with skin.
Circled the earth, sun and stars and moon;
Filled my pocket with lights, darkness, mysteries and hollows.
From the enigmatic ones,
Painted your lips, armpits, bottoms and private.
I poured my heart on to you
To feel the sigh of objects;
I shared my mind with you
To know the reason behind each sighs.
I gave my life to you
To live.
I made a temple of you
Pushed you inside;
Worshiped you,
Kissed you,
Slept with you,
Slapped you,
Killed you inside
Only
To love and
Be loved.
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