Last night I sent a text to a friend telling him that I was ready to re-invent myself. This skin I'm currently wearing is starting to sag and feels a bit uncomfortable.
If I could sculpt you from the clay of the Earth,
shape the curves of your limbs
with the palms of my hands...
I'd cast your eyes
blue and clear
as the still waters of the Caribbean
on a summer day
that see into the depths of life and death.
I'd stretch your skin
across bones of steel
that carry the weight of your dreams
too marvelous to rest on fragile shoulders
of common men.
I'd mold your face
with drops of rain
delicate enough to sense
the tenderness of a lover's lips
and joy that courses the veins.
You would be my own superhero.
A superwoman
willing to follow the wind
or the waves of the sea
that call to you in the whispers
that bind hearts and mend fences of souls.
Brave enough to love
without fear.
And seek truth
without regret.
Bold as the stars
in the Andean sky.
A fire that leaves
its own mark in the wake
of paths connected by
breaths
and
beating hearts
sounding in the darkness of the dawn.
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If I could sculpt you from the clay of the Earth,
shape the curves of your limbs
with the palms of my hands...
I'd cast your eyes
blue and clear
as the still waters of the Caribbean
on a summer day
that see into the depths of life and death.
I'd stretch your skin
across bones of steel
that carry the weight of your dreams
too marvelous to rest on fragile shoulders
of common men.
I'd mold your face
with drops of rain
delicate enough to sense
the tenderness of a lover's lips
and joy that courses the veins.
You would be my own superhero.
A superwoman
willing to follow the wind
or the waves of the sea
that call to you in the whispers
that bind hearts and mend fences of souls.
Brave enough to love
without fear.
And seek truth
without regret.
Bold as the stars
in the Andean sky.
A fire that leaves
its own mark in the wake
of paths connected by
breaths
and
beating hearts
sounding in the darkness of the dawn.
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