You are a gardener
You cultivate my soul
You water thirsty vines
That snake along my spine
In case I forget to shiver
You are a carpenter
You build the scaffolding
Replace the windowpane
I see the sky again
As if I've been delivered
You are a fisherman
My weather lets you know
When and when not to wait
Your hook's inside the bait
I'm wary but I swallow
You are a messenger
You bring me all the news
The kind that never lies
It's written in my eyes
You beckon and it follows
I get to be guilty I
You are a singer too
Carry me like a tune
I'm like a newborn child
I'm wrapped up for a while
You're swaying like a hobo
You are a circus clown
I've never laughed before
Beneath your canopy
Oh say a prayer for me
I want this in a photo
So be a photographer
I'm dancing naked now
Across the maple floor
Above the lion's roar
Your pictures will protect me
You must be a scientist by now
With rumpled midnight hair
You're studied ever pore
And every follicle
Of my bewildered body
I get to be guilty I
Yours is a different light
I like my face that way
The canvas of my skin
Serene and strange but true
