A Needing Love of Simplicity
He reminded
Me of home. Not the home I had, or the
Home I know I knew
But the home I wanted to build.
When I looked at him I didn’t see
His pale skin or slightly awkward demeanor.
I saw his heart, his humility, his honesty, his honour
I saw integrity. I saw a person
I could make a life with, who could be my partner.
A person I could shoot the shit with
Or have deep theoretical conversations with.
Don’t get me wrong,
He definitely has his imperfections.
We will likely fight over everything. In fact,
At some point, the fact that I am not
What his others expect, the incontrovertible
Truth that he is not what my others expect
Will present its own issues in time
BUT, I would join him in his simple life
In living in a modest home with 2.5 kids
Educating them on how to be productive
Members of society
On how to have integrity
On how to treat others
On how to treat ourselves
To say that I could love him
Would be insufficient
To the nature of what we could share
b/c it would transcend love or attraction
it would be a deep gnawing need
That need only be meet with complete satisfaction
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