I like her hands

Sift me, sweet me, salt me
sprinkle me gently around
quench my thirst and color my whiteness
scrape me together
until I wind myself
springy around your fingers
that bruise and break
to me as a naughty child
to put in the dark
where I rise after each quartering
like the dragon with a thousand heads
only the fire that browns me remains
and smells of fresh morning
I'm waiting behind the window
until I can cheat.