Sunday, March 16, 2014
Dear One, you are so weary!
There are creases on your otherwise firm eyebrows.
Come, gaze into my eyes
I might be the woman you want to look at.
But dear One, wait! Before you think
I am the woman with whom you want to be, and
before you want to drown yourself
into the depth of my eyes,
Realize, I am no metaphor, nor a muse,
neither a promise;
Look at my hands, a bit soiled and
the tired lines below my eyes;
find the bruises and the blisters on my feet,
my smile, inside which you want to hide your trouble
is not a poem, not a sonnet
but a courage that tells the world to bring on the grunge!
I might be the woman you want to touch
but understand, I am neither a prize nor a grub,
not even an apology, not your excuse;
recognize that you make love to the
skin and bones that might have dirt on it.
You make love to hair, nerves, veins, sweat and tears.
If I am who you wish to love, dear One,
Let me be human just as you,
share my best and the worst
take every single line of my sunshine and my eclipse
Let me create a universe for myself, for you, for all
Let me build the world as I wish to.
Don’t forget that
I am born to create, to build.
if the walls crush down
or the sky grumbles, hold my hand
I promise I will never let go!