Not too tall --
Don't want him towering over me
Looking down on me
In more ways than one.
Eyes should be dark --
Don't want them
Cold, empty, icy
A shark-like gaze
To chill me to the bone.
Not too large --
Don't need him to tell me
Just how big and strong and intimidating he is
Can't have him saying
Outright or otherwise
That he could hold me
Or anyone else down.
What else are arms for?
Not too crude --
In fact, I just might want him to talk
Like a woman.
Don't get me wrong --
My vocabulary is colorful enough.
It would be hypocritical to rule out profanity.
But, as soon as you call me or her or him or this or that
The bile will surely be climbing my throat.
Not too proud --
Yes, confidence is attractive
But conceit is certainly no match.
I don't care if he thinks he looks good --
I will most likely agree that he does --
But one who can not admit to his mistakes
Let alone answer for them
Is a frightening caricature of humanity.
I am so flawed, love
But my flaws are not the cause of yours.
Not too dense --
Anyone who reads this
Male, female, or other
And calls me a 'man hater'
Or asks what I would think of a man
If he wrote something like this about a woman
Should run along
For that is not what I'm saying
Not at all.
I know what I deserve
And it's just what everyone else should get.
I just believe
That 'do unto others'
Should not die
Once the ring is on the finger
Or the name is on the dotted line.
I just believe
That 'love' should not be bastardized
To mean an unconditional, everlasting loop of
'Whatever you want
Only give what you'd want to get
Only take what you know you need
No matter the giver.
Bestow and accept nothing less
And as much more
As you can manage.
I'll keep doing the same
No matter what you say.