What does the Poet need?

I need someone who makes me wet by watering my soul.
I need someone who encourages me to speak my truth.
I need someone to make my legs shake, not my heartache.
I need someone who regulates my nervous system and adds to my peace.
I need someone who leads with integrity and pure intentions.
I need someone who will rebel against societal norms with me.

I need mutual vulnerability and conscious commitment.
I need someone who moves between healthy polarities with me.
I need them to release my darkness to leave room for the light.
I need to be submissive.
I need them to harness my energy for when I have little left.

I need a harbor master to guide me through the tempestuous seas of my soul.
I need a lighthouse keeper to guide me on my darkest days.
I need an architect to help build the next step to take with me.
I need a protector, a savior, a knight.
I need the strength of the gods hidden behind a gentle kiss and the grip of a hand.
I need the one who can align the stars and the moon above to light up a path for me at night.

I need someone with the keys to my chains to set me free and into their arms.
I need them to understand the language of sex, fucking, longing, and yearning.
I need someone who sees my empathy and compassion as power, not weakness.
I need someone who can take the bat, the gun, and the knife out of my hands and tell me I no longer need them.

I need to be shielded from all that and who harmed me.
I need to feel alive.
I need to laugh and smile.
I need softness.
I need a connection.
I need chemistry.
I need violent passion driven by love.
I need healthy fears.
I need the ying to my yang.
I need my thirst for love to be quenched.
I need a soul entanglement.
I need the more.
I need our secrets to be our own.
I need them to explore the power of my body.
I need them to feel the strength of my legs, the ones I used to run through my life to find them.
I need them to grow my potential with awe and vulnerability.
I need my wings from heaven reattached.
I need to be kissed goodnight.
I need them to read my body like a map and know hidden secrets that hide in plain view.
I need them to honor my pain.
I need to feel the cosmic power of life through their mouth.
I need to hear them say it.
I need to know it will never be the same for either of us.
I need the person who I have been searching for so long.
I need the blue-green color of the skies and grey to transmute as one.
I need to understand that all that has happened until now was meant to be so we could find our way back to each other.
I need them to know that the stories we read today were based on us.
I need them to know they are my home, and I am theirs.
I need the solace of an orgasmic discovery.

But none of the things I need don’t matter,
for the one thing I need most of all is
for them to need these things, too.

For those who listen between the lines.
Elaine Degro