You have beautiful eyes,
God.
Eyes capable of burning small burns on me.
If I only had face, God,
I would fall upon my face against you,
Enabling
Your eyes
To flame me in your fire
To make me
To a heap of bones.
You have beautiful hands,
God.
Hands capable of doing some deeds on me.
If only I would be a woman, God,
I would have obsreve all your commandments,
I would come to you
Morining, eveningd and afternoons,
Pampering you with words,
Eabling your hands
To do me.
You have beautiful teeth,
God,
Teeth capable of byting me to small bytes,
If only I would be made of flesh, God,
I would have been served to you
Morinigs and at twiglight times,
And remains,
In the evening
Yet between thy teeth,
Well done.