can i take a piece of you, reshape it in you; and return it to you? can i then look at what i have given in your honor; and reshape me? and wear me in your name? and my name in yours, and then again; there are too many pieces of you, pieces of me; my hands are getting sticky, sticky sweet, and sweet heavy; i would kiss every drop of you, i would kiss even when i have no lips to kiss with,