Adreyo Sen- A Poem

The Black Widow to the Hulk

(or, the Ballad of Wise Women Through the Ages)

You fear me.

Or rather

you fear to hold me.

You fear you are too much,

that the too much in you

will explode

into despair.

You fear

you will take me with you.

Know then

that even if yours are hands so rough,

even if they are never held

to cheeks that blush,

they are yet so soft

as they lift me 

above a world lit

by your fears.

Your fears are very real, 

my love.

Hold me then,

with all in you that is fierce

and yet so just, 

and if I burn, it matters not,

I burn already,

yes I am that much

in love.