I am not a feast for the eyes to devour

I am a body with a mind that thinks and a soul that speaks 

with a mouth that sings

songs of an internal grief and an external peace 

with hands that give 

goodness to all they meet

with feet that dance

over the moon and back

with eyes that can bear

deep inside your soul to ignite a spark of fire and ice,

for I am not a feast, but a body 

with a mind that thinks and a heart that beats,

I am, I am, I am