May I master love, undo its luster
do in the thing that makes us lust?
May I speed through the body’s sinew
to marrow? Or is toiling a part of
the gaining of trust? May I pare and narrow
your body down, and open it to my
cupidity’s arrow? May I find my
response to body’s unanswered call,
(if the want leaves you wanting, at all)?
Copyright @ 2014 by Hannah Sanghee Park. Used with permission of the author. This poem appeared in Poem-a-Day on July 22, 2014.