The Ideal

He'll look at me the way
Barack looks at Michelle
when they slow dance.

He'll hold me like
precious cargo taking special
note of the fragile sticker.

He'll kiss me like
he's going off to war
unsure if he'll ever touch my lips again.

He'll touch me with
gentle intensity exploring me
as if I were uncharted waters.

He'll whisper classic love songs
parallel to his feelings as he
strokes my hair and watches me sleep.

He'll show me how
a man treats a woman
he can't live without.

He'll be my ideal...