I can bleed all the colours.
You can open me up and read my text,
flick through to any page you like.
Find the golden ration in the spiral
of my ears, watch as they angle
to listen to the world breathe.
I can melt the ice with my sweat,
or freeze it again with my touch.
Watch rubies grow in the chambers of my heart
and see the sand heated into glass
replacing my valves.