Here is all that I possess:
These legs that hold me up,
These hands that reach for yours,
That measure of desire
Is all that I have to give.

This is all that I have brought you:
My voice strong with invitation
Singing welcome, kindred soul.
Here is all that I own:
This mouth of mud,
Tongue of dry clay,
These ears of stone
More heavy to carry than motives,
Houses, and the attachments of hope.

Yes, it is my desire
That you may claim:
All that I possess before
It, too, hardens in the ground.