He needed a partner to make him feel human,
not a system of power and control.
He did not want his house to feel like a battleground,
nor did he excel in a union that was built in strife.
Tired of being grated down, he pillared up, knowing that to remain whole, his partner would need to be permeable.
He did not yearn for a woman’s might,
but needed a female who was tender and elegant,
an empress who could embody her femininity.
He longed for a delicate smile,
and hers reached him.
She was vulnerable around his strength,
a safe harbor where he could drop his anchor at night
in her dark lapping waters.
She gave him freedom to be her knight in shining armor,
a strong, sturdy fortress of protection.
Her strength was her harbor.
After a long day of hard work,
he could come to her embrace and soften.
He constructed their sanctuary,
her home a womb.
