Melt me as chocolate with your touch,
and with your grasp, my marrow mold.
If I were anything else on silk or stone,
I would be a path upon your palm.
Rend me as honeycomb with your cusp,
and with your tongue, my being imbue.
If I were anything else in orchard or garden,
I would be a zest upon your lips.
Hear me as a whisper with your thoughts,
and with your seer my karma unravel.
If I were anything else in history or culture,
I would be a song upon your wisdom.
Breathe me as sea-salt with your fervor,
and with your bosom, my ghost alloy.
If I were anything else on land or ocean,
I would be a fragrance upon your breeze.
Bend me as moonlight with your glance,
and with your memory, my moment envision.
If I were anything else in night or day,
I would be a shadow upon your iris.
Fuse me as lover with your language,
and with your heart, my soul devour.
If I were anything else in space and time,
I would be a poem upon your voice.
That would be enough.