Man seeking. . .
. . . Sparkling, wistful reunion:
We lost each other once, passing barely noticed, the bustle of the ceaseless world rending us apart. Remember? You, still awed by the world of heels and high fashion, the fragrance of a fine perfume, the perfect lipstick, the words and rhythm of the most recent song for lovers. . . and, I. . . by the world of puddles, supernovas, baseballs, and fence posts.
You prize the differences among us.
You see life in the details the wind does funny things to you.
You crave bottomless communication, preferring a good conversation partner, truly, over Waikiki Beach.
You know how to teach kindness.
I’m a man unimpressed by power ties, by flexing of any sort you, like me, wince at children with toy guns.
I love textures of bark, spoons, peaches. . .
You believe in love . . . you believe in creating miracles.
You know that talk of sincerity is just that . . .
You’ve earned your self-respect.
You like to make daily explorations, and needn’t travel to make discoveries that rob your breath.
You are without temper.
You love learning, words, solitude, harmony. . .
You’re not winded by three flights of stairs.
You’ll always exchange summer for spring or fall.
You are capable of great-- No, ---towering—devotion .
You search yourself often, rooting out what does not belong.
You like to share thoughts, dessert, leaves. . .
You strain for good words, the way that astronomers strain for the new stars. Indeed, you cherish your very language.
You accept gifts well, but cannot be bought.
You don’t desire advantage over others you’ve chased what is right.
As I do, you love an occasional nap.
You have an empty bucket of grudges.
There’s at least an acre between what you believe is right and what you know is wrong.
Quick fixes trouble you.
You don’t hold too strongly onto your ego.
You are above all, clean, independent, discerning.
You cling to wisdom and confidence.
It is likely that this will be the only posting you’ll ever respond to. Where others’ ads write “you” yet speak to the many, this page speaks only to you. And, although others may read this, you understand that it is addressed to only you.
I already know you you’ll know precisely who I am by my words.
I’m eclectic, professional, eligible, not afraid to say what frightens me, athletic/ mesomorphic- --not perfect, not married, and unwilling ever, to abbreviate anything.