Venus and Mars

I am woman. I love you men
I love the stubble on your face
The coarseness in your voice
The arrogance in your walk
The pomp in your talk
The forced gentleness in holding doors open
The seductive stares and tingling touches
I love it all.

I love men without any of it too
Those without a thick moustache
Or a George Clooney voice
The shy men, and
The ones who rock pink.
I can embrace your darkest insecurities
And love your foibles all the more
I hope you will love me so too.

I hope you love me for my perpetual tan
The sweat between my breasts
The hair in my pits, and
The curls above my vagina
Love me when your blue becomes
My sea-green, blue-green, sky blue or turquoise
When your logic fails woefully
Before my ever spiraling emotions.
Love me when I can't make you tea
When I follow my arrows, and
When I choose to love myself over you.
Love me for my foibles too, will you?