When I commit to love again …
he will be my best friend,
my confessor who accepts
all of me
He will be the one I mesh with,
my missing piece in mind & heart, as I will be his.
He will be that one person who I like being around
Naked in every way
free to explore every hidden
and forbidden fantasy
A magnet of lust requited.
Lusting a soul mate is always reciprocal
that’s one of the rules.
(He’s also gonna like to walk around naked at 2am
& eat Rocky Road ice cream from the fridge
from the same spoon)
He’ll be the one who talks politics and philosophy
He will not see the bad me, only the me who loves him.
When I’m mad & acting crazy,
he’ll kiss my forehead and say things to make me laugh at me
He’ll have a Truth and faith inside that cannot be denied
He will make me want to be the better person I should have been
He will be the nobility missing in me
He will be Himself, always
A man with a light inside he’s unafraid to hide
A man of courage, more than mine
A man of pure soul & pure heart
A man unafraid of the darkness within
A man unafraid to be who his spirit calls him to be
A man in love with Love
A man in love with me
A man who needs no others, but me and God, who brought us together
so that we could transform each other into the most perfect expressions of joy and happiness with all whom we love
Our children, our families, our friends all others share in the bounty of this One true Love
He loves me with strong, calloused hands.
He pushes aside wisps of hair to gently kiss my forehead.
His way to wordlessly say, “It’s still ok, you grumpy, unloving, selfish girl . I love every bit and piece of you. I still do. It’s just me and you and WE will always be ok.”
He laughs when I won’t.
He likes music I don’t, he likes mine too, he never has to choose. He’s an Eclectic demigod of tunes. A firestorm of moods. He can be as crazy, raunchy, crude, irreverent, lewd, uncontrolled, wild and wicked as the music he listens to.
He is undone watching sad movies, the ones where sports heroes die in the arms of a best friend.
He loves books as if they somehow help him breathe. He reads to me the things that touch him most deeply. He hides nothing of what he’s feeling or thinking. He knows I never judge him & though I may disagree I respect him and always try to see though his eyes.
His openness, trust and complete honesty are the greatest gifts of Love anyone has ever given me. He allows me to reciprocate. His uncaged heart frees me.
Everything about him screams sexy. His mind is my Aphrodisiac. His body is my home. There is no part of me he hasn’t seen. There is no place on me he hasn’t touched. My lips, sighs, whispers, cries, passion, pleasure, pain, desire, every inch, outside and in… There is nothing I keep from him. To Him only do I belong.
He can split logs and carry them in rain. He is made of hardest muscle and beard. He is not soft. I love the rugged length of him. The smell of sweat and skin. The way his hands engulf mine. The way his body shields and protects. He makes me feel strong, yet delicate.
He isn’t afraid to Pray, in his own way.
He seeks beyond this world for the greater good and greater Truth.
He Respects all creatures, all life. He lets butterflies rest upon his thumb and never kills bumblebees or fireflies.
His takes no delight in cruelty or another man’s downfall
He is strength with tenderness. A gentle upheaval. A fascinating contradiction.
He is Bold as knights of old. He Protects the innocent, the weak, the bullied, the meek.
He is slow to anger or take offense. He sees all, the bad, the good in those he calls friend.
He does what is right and honorable with courage and strength of conviction.
He is a man of action, a Warrior
He is a Seeker of peace
Hypocrisy he never tolerates. Ignorance he won’t excuse. He never suffers fools.
He has no need for the approval of men. He’s no sheep to be led by irrational emotion. He’s not influenced by the latest trends among politicians, philosophers or the masses.
He is a realist, a pragmatist who sees with the eyes of wisdom and reason.
He is an Idealist, an optimist, a philosopher.
Compelling, passionate, brilliant and fascinating. He challenges my mind, and he delights when mine challenges his.
He is gentility and class. He is confident and secure with his manhood, his place in the world. He is nobility of thought. Justice and honesty are ingrained in his heart.
More than generous, he seeks no adulation or glory for kindnesses
He sacrifices without complaint for those he loves
He gazes into each sun’s rising and setting with wonder and awe. He knows all nature is a masterpiece, a treasure to protect and respect
He shows me reality in colors unseen
He sees beyond what the eyes perceive
In every season he finds hope, no matter how stark the horizon or chilling the breeze
He teaches me unending ways to discover the Beauty in me
Like a rare flower he treasures and cherishes me with every breath
He delights as I bloom beneath his care. He is never threatened by my strength. He could crush me in an instant, I trust him completely. I am fearless and free within the fortress of him
He is my Protector, my Avenger
He is my Savior, my soulmate, my biggest fan, my most ardent, attentive Lover
He is my best friend
He found me when I was alone, unguarded, unmasked. He SAW into me and still stayed around. I know it’s meant to last
He is Man ~ He is my Love
He walks this earth
My Soul’s Mate known and expected
since before time began
I will wait a lifetime
to walk beside him once again
Hand in Hand
So filled with flaws
So unlike a goddess,
Roman or Greek
So imperfectly complete
to all deceit
So often in conceit
no star of poetry
So much inside
still such a mystery
How could you
a mere mortal
“As a lotus flower is born in water, grows in water and rises out of water to stand above it unsoiled, so I, born in the world, raised in the world having overcome the world, live unsoiled by the world”