you can use my body
as an Etch-a-Sketch
and draw
unto me
your beliefs
in
black and white
your marvelous frown of
concentration
moves me
and I
swear, I
could drown
in the crease of your brow
and although this work
is agonizing,
isn't it good of me to make it
so
whatever
projection of your soul
you imprint on me,
if you don't like it,
you can just shake me,
and it vanishes? |