Dizzy spells everything wrong
Complex anatomy instantly reduced
To flimsy carpentry, whatever joints
I had became bubbles of inconsistency
This physical form needs your sculpting
Your discrete and mastered expertise.
If I bathe you in oil and rub your bones
Will you cradle me close, pet me like a child
Please ignore the stuttering and fluttering
And the pupils that grow and grow.
I have no needs. My needs are yours.