This masterpiece
Of crystal stones
Dark ambergris candles,
Antiquated ivory ribbons
Laced like the Caribbean Islands
Round the length of my neck
Has been sculptured 
By God's fingers.

This masterpiece 
Of warm crimson rivers
Running through the threads
Of my dark-coated veins,
And of ebony soaked wool
Resting upon my scalp
Has been sculptured 
By God's fingers.

This masterpiece
Of seashells and cowry shells,
Of scented lavender ambrosia scents
And cocoa butter aromas
Of my bright like rubies
Chocolate skin, kissed by sun,
Has been sculptured 
By God's fingers.