CREATION
frankly i don't think that i made you
but you made me
not from your rib, but from your
hands you molded me and breathed
into me this sweetness of
living with you
your fingers sculpted my body
(perhaps the least amazing
and wondrous of your
hands' workings) to make it
this thing for you-
your desires culminated in
this unholy form
but i suppose you saw
something that my un
divine eyes could not
when you wished for
aid in your
holy calling
you stood back and looked
at this to wonder
what, if who, it
would be - your servant
or your equal or
your love (whatever that
is) and you knew that the
only way to find out
if this form could
be anything was to take
the indicative and
make it imperative
when your breath swept my eye
lids and made them flicker open
i saw the heavens and earth
on your forehead
and sea and sky
on your lips and eyes
that God gave to us
to me
now yours
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