I have no eye for poetry,
No ears for music either.
I am the sand falling through your fingertips,
between your teeth, between your toes.
And the water, down your throat,
downyour face, down, down, forever.
I can quench your thirst and drown
Your heart—
If only…I had…a gun.

I have to fingers for sewing.
No mouth for murmuring mindless sweet-nothings.
My hands can kill,
Can care,
Can kill.
And your heart, and my heart
We might become
One.