Bonta's short poem imagines the body as a text that gets rewritten overnight. The speaker wakes to "a new draft" of the lines in the body, as if waking meant finding yourself slightly edited. The title, "Revision," pushes that idea: we are never finished, only revised.
The speaker responds like a diligent student, studying hard to understand the new version. But understanding isn't easy, because "desire brings many hands." The image is a little crowded and unruly, as though wanting something sends in helpers, or intruders, who handle the page and change it. Meaning gets tangled with touch and appetite.
The ending is the most open part. The letters "feast or fast," so the words may come in abundance or in scarcity, with no way to predict which. The mood is quiet, curious and slightly uneasy. The speaker seems to accept that the body, like a draft, can't be fully controlled, only read again each day.