I spoke you into existence — a poem

I spoke you into existence.
Vibrations in my throat
Turned to sparks from my mouth.
Etching on air,
And became your
Arms. Eyes. Chest.

Burnt edges,
Formed vestiges,
Where you held each
Part I needed, and
Sang to my canvas.

A poets’ prerogative,
That noble magic.
Literal literature,
Oxymoronic splashes.
As you, I painted.

Spells became music,
And music
became your mouth.
And as you formed
It moved in the shape of me.

We made each other real
Clay people,
Marble.
Ice sculpted
Marvels.

I formed you
On my potters’ wheel
When I told the world
I wanted you.
Reward granted.

I spoke you into existence
Made you, mine
Without question.
Because my words
Made you.