I want A man who says, “How was your day?”

and it sounds like “I’ve thought of you constantly.”

A man who kisses the wounds left over from the fires I’ve put out.

A man who beats me to the coffeemaker, but gives me the first cup.

A man who knows just where to kiss me, so my body becomes a canvas.

A man who predicts the future with the freckles on my back.

A man who knows when to be a breeze, a gust of wind or a hurricane.

A man brought up by a strong woman, and shares his truths.

A man who isn’t intimidated by my independence, and champions for me to keep it.

A man who will have my name on the tip of his tongue,

even when asking for coffee at Starbucks.