Do come show me
the worry lines that's grooved
on my forehead
and point out the savage creases
of pain etched on my smooth face
show me the tears-stains
on my plummy cheeks
or the twisted rancour that rides
on my sensual firm lips
and if by chance
you can split my manly chest open
see if you find a heart in pieces
or rather a strong warm heart  
that purely sails tributaries and valleys
sinews and veins with the delightful vigour
of one that knows
its who you are inside
that counts
I have been to me and I'm pleased to meet me any day