Here I am… not naked 
but right in front of your eyes. 
Don’t stare at me… Take me in… 
Without shame unwrap me 
with verbs and pronouns, 
adjectives and nouns… Let it be 
a reciprocally possessive reflection. 
Use for each one, a color or… — 
a wavering light, if it’s necessary. 
You can sneak a whisper of Neruda
 or of another who’s nearer 
to the shelter of your soul… 
Be gentle… — Remember, — 
I’m easily tickled and the pain 
isn’t a part of my game. 
Sniff me, taste me, feel me… 
The way you gonna touch me 
for arranging my attire 
will be captured definitively 
even with the smallest mistake… 
The offer is not a borrow 
so it can’t be taken back. 
Here I am… — not naked, — 
but wondering myself about 
how the “love” will be used, — 
where it will be placed, — 
what part…