I am ...

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

dear One,

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.

And then, 

if the walls crush down

or the sky grumbles, hold my hand

I promise I will never let go!