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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