The man I want

The man I want is smart enough
to think in metaphor
and reason by analogy.
He reads.

The man I want has a dangerous
lean to the left.
He’s quietly spiritual, with hope
but not delusion.

The man I want likes conversation
better than TV. He likes to sit around
late at night, talking. He wants to be
my friend.

The man I want loves music,
old and new.
He’ll dance with me
to the band or the DJ.

The man I want has calm confidence
and understated style. Women notice him.
He’s reasonably fit. He cares how he looks
but it’s not an obsession.

The man I want likes sex. He really likes it.
He’s good at it — or if he’s not,
he will be! He smells and tastes
amazing: his chemicals fit mine.

I really don’t mind whether he’s rich or poor
or whether he smokes or drinks—
but the man I want puts people
ahead of money and substances.

He’s kind to animals, to children,
to his mother. The man I want forgives mistakes,
holds no grudges, but he doesn’t let anyone
push him around.

The man I want knows his limits,
how to say no, when to say yes—
but he’s not perfect. When he screws up,
he says sorry.

He has the courage to take a risk. He’ll consider what a woman
might like to do, then call her and ask her out.
The man I want knows that the woman he wants
will respect that kind of strength.

Of course, he’s exactly the man
I like to think I’d be, if I were male.
He needs company and action, but the core of him
is shy, self-centred. He also needs solitude.
The man I want will share himself, but only
if he knows he won’t be ridiculed,
and that he won’t be trapped
by the other’s needs.

Someone said be prepared to give
the things you want to receive.

If I am blessed with the man I want,
and if I can earn his trust,
these are the things I will do my best
to give:

the embrace and release
of a powerful heart,
the resistance and surrender
of a strong body,
the push and pull
of a flexible mind,

and the unconditional love
of a soul that understands.