I shall be purified....

Placing my little fingers 
on your sharp edges,
I shall shape you again;
Turning my iron keys
on your closed locks,
I shall open you again;
Stretching my brushes
on your smooth curves,
I shall paint you again;
Mixing my new clays
on your shining cheeks,
I shall mould you again;
Sitting on your soft feathers
I shall lay my eggs again,
Smashing on your hard rocks,
I shall beat and break you again;
Biting on your open breasts
I shall drink you again;
Surrendering my 
mind;
body;
I shall be purified
and 
tomorrow
I shall become 
your own
saint !

BY

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI