I want a man who calls me darlin'
Whose roots touch mine
Not the same soil, but the same shade
Close enough to drink from the same ground water
I want a man who has two hearts
One for each of mine
Art and dirt, or roots and sky
Close enough to speak the same dialect of difference
I want a man who takes me dancing
Whose steps match mine
Who lets me come and go in rhythm long developed
Close enough to flying to call it the same name
I want a man who calls me darlin'
-Elena Nola
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Elena Nola, Poet 
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