Patience.

The divine aspect. Spiritual union as Divine Masculine and Divine Feminine, Man and Woman.

Trust: that she’s not like the others who didn’t know my worth.

Trust: that I can give myself to her wholly, and that she gives herself wholly to me.

Trust: that I don’t have to pretend to be anything other than who I am: at times, playful, intimate, gentle. At others, controlling, dominating, directing, primal.

Trust: that my lust and wisdom are always accepted and loved, and in equal measure.

That she truly wants me to make every decision and be under my complete control. That she wants to be led and shaped into a proper woman, a proper wife, an extension of my will and vision. Molded like clay.

When I withdraw, she’s lost. When I’m present, she’s wet and warm. When I’m confused, she wanders. When I wander, she’s there at my side.

Healthy, mutual dependence in our own weird and wonderful way.

My weaknesses and shortcomings are understood and accepted with grace. My strengths and accomplishments are celebrated hungrily, rapturously. With all of a woman’s eagerness to please and reflect her man’s glory.

Sometimes I still act like a beast who’s lived out in the cold winter for too long. She’s slowly teaching me how to live by a warm fire, that I don’t need to be scared. She’s every bit as strong as me.

Above all, she shows me that I can speak my native tongue without shame: power, patriarchy, control, leadership, guidance, ambition.

Two souls.