Metamorphosis

It is not I
nor is this my body
in sculpted pieces
and slippery essence
to embrace you snugly
in the dunes

Born from the flux of a
torrent raging white limbs foam
in becoming...
changing my touch
and my lines
into a novel Aphrodite

Honied ebony skin
and huge starlakes
on the intense visage
of siren or demon
lithe goddess
born from senses
moulded from clay
by hand

River of flesh
to flood yur flanks
satin hands
to design your body and
wind melodies on the lips

Ethereal child,
feline shudders
of rain, sun
and fresh foam
with lava
nectar of flame
on your skin
to quench the thirst
of each
and everyone
of your cells.