Give me your toe tonight,
A small bone
That I will admire under a new light,
Separated and alone.
Give me your right foot tomorrow
At the foot of your soul,
Inscribed plant of joy and sorrow
If rinsed of anything foul.
Give me your feet together
On the very next day,
For both and toes will be a ladder,
To your spread legs a way.
Give me all your budding parts,
One new to add to the old
And let me praise our ancient arts
Of turning iron into gold.
Give them each kindly,
As darkness merges in daylight
And I will return them fondly,
Shivering spine, oh, starlight.
