My Lover

You ask for a lover with a frame of gold,
To hang on my social wall of achievements.
You ask for a lover with a full package,
An economic status of comfort,
A man-given title of significance,
And a God-given gift of reproduction.
You ask for a lover to fulfill my image
And preserve your honor.
You ask for a lover to control my days,
And free me from your disappointed looks.
You ask for a lover to grant me significance,
And finalize your plan of a secured life for me.
You ask for a lover that belongs to your standards
More than he belongs to my bed.
Within that bed I preserve my true lover’s scent,
And within the crevices of my skin.
My lover is the air from which I breathe,
The fire that burns my wretched soul.
My lover is the child you want me to bear,
The only achievement I can call my own.
I seek honor in my lover’s luscious kiss.
I seek refuge in my lover’s savage touch.
I seek significance in my lover’s caressing eyes.
When my lover smiles,
Time ceases to exist.
When my lover talks,
The planets halt to listen.
When my lover holds my body tight,
Freedom beats underneath my ribs,
Passion pulses inside my veins,
My eyes grow blind,
And my ears are deaf.
My lover is my final destination,
The cradle of civilization,
The essence of existence,
The only society to which I belong.