I could be an artist:
Draw the smile upon your face
Paint your body with my kisses
Blend the colours of our skin
I could be a musician:
Play your pleasure like a pipe
Or write you into love songs
Sung by water-voiced girls on pianos.
I could dance your meter, sway your rhythm
Make love to your rhyme.
I could be a weaver:
Twine you tight into tapestries
Lace your love in loops
Your whispers, your moans, your sighs.
And I will be an artist
And people will ask me
"What's your medium?"
And I'll smile and breathe your name.