See Me

What do you see when you look at me,
the green of my eyes,
the pink of my lips,
the dimple on my cheek?

What do you see when you look at me,
the length of my hair,
the swell of my breast,
the tan of my skin?

What do you see when you look at me,
the curve of my hips,
the round of my ass
the tone of my legs?

What do you see when you look at me?
For it isn’t the passion of my convictions,
it isn’t the strength of my character,
it isn’t even the depth of my desires,
or the breadth of my knowledge.

What do you see when you look at me?
For it isn’t the kindness in my heart,
it isn’t the openness of my soul,
it isn’t the rawness of my needs,
or the fire that runs through me.

What do you see when you look at me,
or have you ever seen me at all?