Skin me. Use your
paring knife, a carrot peeler,
the tool is immaterial, as long as
it gets the job done.
Skin me. Strip off
the layers of ego, of self,
of desire for what in delusion
I think that I need.
Skin me. Reduce me
to that which is real and is yours.
I'll sing as I bow to your will,
I'll stoop as I cede you my soul,
I'll sever my ties to what is not you
as you eat me alive.