This is how a man feels when he
loves a woman
He would do anything for her
To make her heart smile; to discover
her desire
And then to become the vessel in
which that desire flows to fruition
He is willing and as able as a
flawed human can be
Hungry in the hours to be
reciprocated
Through witnessing her bloom
He becomes her gardener
These are the measure of masculine
exaltation
To provide, do, manifest in the
other
He is lumber like the beams of the
manger
She is the milk, the eggs, the seed
of life
Birthing in the hours of man
witnessing the miracle
In awe of her creation basking in
that which is godlike
In her a part of him participates in
the grand theater
Outside himself his cells and atoms
join the ballet
In her softness he is manifest to be
servant and shield
Builder and fiduciary of the estate
so that she may have the soil
Fertilized and ready for her petals
to unfurl
This pollination in his treasure, his
godly deed
To know the cycle reverberates
through the universe
In their adjoining, the bee and the
ovule
Breathing love
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