what do i have
that you could want?

you’ve flown like missiles
swam like submarines
i haven’t counted grains of sand on the beach

i haven’t roared the thunders
or painted islands,
…and yet you look at me?

My soul lay bare before you
in ****** contrapposto,
as if you carved me that way.

you turn the air to music,
and everything to art.

and even though it’s beautiful,
you remade my heart to marble.