I must confess,
I desired you in a way that no one could,
But your body wasn't the object,
Nor was it your soul,
My desire surpassed even the bounds of imagination.
And you were the very context of it
I realized I had shaped you through my longing
If desire creates the desirable
Then I must have created a new city of my dreams
A different universe altogether
Where horses gallop upon my skin
Where i spread my legs to the sun
And my mouth to spiders.