Every part of me meets a need of yours.
I could sing a song for you
If my voice would let me
My voice is like honey on your blisters
I heal the scars.
I could dance a dance for you
If my hips would let me
My hips are like basket and beans
I sieve the shaft away.
My husband,
I could pluck a star for you
To remind you how
Your night sky is where I belong.
I could heat a coal for you
To remind you how
Good pressure always makes us diamond.

Thank you 🙂

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