



Let me be your lover tonight.

Everything will be all right,

But not the meter of this poem.

But since I’m a lover

I can go on without a form.



Let me be your singer tonight.

Everything will be all right,

But not the music of this poem.

But since I’m a singer

I can do it without a tune.



Let me be your painter tonight.

Everything will be all right,

But not the body of this poem.

But since I’m a painter

I can make it without a model.

