A woman.

You look at me

and see

a woman.

Why can’t I see her?

What courage 

your eyes ask.

To soften

the space

between my lungs,

between my legs.

A body bracing

against pain.

Or is it pleasure?

Or are they the same?

What courage

your eyes ask.

To open to her,

meet myself

& greet you.

Your turn for bravery.

Won’t you let us,

love you?