GIFT
by David Radavich
This body no longer
belongs to me.
It is a shell, a phantom,
a piece of corn.
Take what you want:
I hand over blood, skin, keys
of gold, these eyes
that cloud with age
and yet see mountains blue
in your distance.
This is not surrender.
Freely I give what is yours.
Move me in the world,
take arms, work music with
your mind.
Published in Magnificent Obsession (2001).