Carving you is hard
Let’s just say you’re not made
from the softest wood
Your fibers are beautiful and strong
Gold and brown, woven around
knotty curls, fitful and long
Layer after layer you reveal
as I work patiently to open your heart
a beautiful core so bright and real
Gliding blades with soft but firm grip
In silence I concentrate when making
the final touches with my knifes tip
Finally the sanding can start
Rubbing you over and over
to a grain so fine
Polishing every part
Caressing every line
Turning you slowly into a piece of art
Bringing out a smoothness
fine and rare
Adorned with love
and crafted with care
When this masterpiece is ready
I’ll cover every inch of you in oil
So you can shine
by bringing this newly crafted body
in contact with your soul
Now, I’ll let you rest and decide
whether you want to spend
more time together
In connection with our food
while getting to know each other
even better
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