So flush my skin,
Breathe some life back in
You skin me raw and bright
Reflecting the light
Magic painting

Stretch me into a thin man,
Squeeze me through a square hole,
Dye me in bright colours
And make a man deserving
Of the title human

Cut me out 
And colour me in,
Stitch my seams and stuff me
With foam
I’m an airbrushed supernova, rock and roll

A bisexual hobbyhorse,
A cooking, vacuuming stallion
Who does the ironing, a supper-stud
The word disloyalty  
Is not in my vocabulary

Outside I blend in
But not in the bedroom
I’m your own, a doting 
Soul of pedigree,
A blank page

Call me chameleon
Call me John
You can pleasure me
Without touching me
I need nothing

I’m your everything,
A catalyst, a jugular,
Please assemble carefully
Slot A in Hole B,
Customise, divide.