True Love

In light of valentine’s day i find myself without a lover,

for the first time in years i am spending the day of love without such.

yet i find myself surrounded by love.

i am surrounded by the unique intimacy of feminine affection, and i adore it more than that of a male’s.

this love is new territory for me.

i have never been embraced by true love from a woman.

a love that isn’t only advertised as true, but is true by a fault.

i have been in the company of women who tailor themselves differently because they view me as a threat or competition.

i have only love for women who see other women as such, because they were raised to believe the male gaze is the best gaze to be offered.

but a gaze rested upon me by a woman is unlike any other gaze i have ever felt before.

the warmth of of our love rushes over us as we share the most intimate sides of ourselves.

she knows more secrets of my mind than i will allow any man to ever see.

A women’s life is not made full by a man.

sure, she can be filled of him by him

but after he leaves a part of him in me, i find i feel more empty than i did before.

but when a woman reaches her heart into the capsule of my soul i find that she not only reads back to me the love i have but she leaves a little bit of a love in her wake.