If I could change your face.

If I could change your face, rearrange it with my tastes in mind.
You could find it ugly and curse my searching hands.
If I could make your face up with my tricky kraken magic.
I´d also own your soul and command the way it dances.
If I could move your flesh from one part of you to another.
Make your body a synonym for that smooth word "lust"!
Any street you stood, or establishment you entered, cars would crash and plates would fall, shattering spilling and denting.
Around your periphery each accident would be a heartbeat as you´d stroll through the city. If I could rearrange your face, you´d perhaps find it a pity.
Find it ugly and curse my searching hands.