You are a gardener   You cultivate my soul   You water thirsty vines   That snake along my spine   In case I forget to shiver      You are a carpenter   You build the scaffolding   Replace the windowpane   I see the sky again   As if I've been delivered      You are a fisherman   My weather lets you know   When and when not to wait   Your hook's inside the bait   I'm wary but I swallow      You are a messenger   You bring me all the news   The kind that never lies   It's written in my eyes   You beckon and it follows      I get to be guilty   I      You are a singer too   Carry me like a tune   Like a newborn child   I'm wrapped up for a while   You're swaying like a hobo      You are a circus clown   I've never laughed before   Beneath your canopy   Oh, say a prayer for me   I want this in a photo      So be a photographer   I'm dancing naked now   Across the maple floor   Above the lion's roar   Your pictures will protect me      You must be a scientist by now   With rumpled midnight hair   You've studied every pore   And every follicle   Of my bewildered body      I get to be guilty   I      Yours is a different light   I like my face that way   The canvas of my skin   Serene and strange but true