My waist, my hips
are a harp in your hands
I reverberate at your touch
Surprise glitters up and down
my veins
and all those cracks in my armor?
That’s where the light shines
through, the light you draw out
like a weaver shuttling thread
through her loom,
like Michelangelo finding
David in the marble
May I say, I appreciate
your artistic genius