Silently, I sit…. Admiring her softness.
I have a stone upon which I sharpen my sword – a woman – whom through serving I build my tolerance for sacrifice and thereby step further into my strength. Service to her and to all women is my daily practice. And I have become fond of repeating the basics until perfect.
I was served by a woman as a child, and I now serve this woman and all women as a man. So turns the cycle of birth, death, and birth.
Woman, I now need nothing from you. Not your romance. Not your sex. I have everything I need internally. And all that is mine, externally, is coming to me. All you must do is be what you are and you will be loved deeply, and unconditionally. You will be listened to, and seen. You will be cherished for all that you are.
So do not clean after me. Do not cook for me. Do not exert yourself for I am not a kept man.
Accept me, consume me, and I will be a God for you that we might perpetuate this eternal dance of energetic polarity into each night and spill it over into each morning.
And when you wake I will be here. Unmoved. Unmovable. The warrior.