My Perfect Paradigm (or, An Old Writer's Fantasy)

You and I living together in a

cozy, artsy, simple country home

with a view of sunrises/sunsets

nestled in a private wooded area

near a natural source of water

on a hilly ridge or mountainside

within minutes of a college town

rich in the fine and performing arts.

I’d be a professor and teach,

perhaps you might teach as well.

We’d have a studio for drawing,

painting, and yes, for sculpturing;

several nooks and crannies with

overstuffed chairs, perfect for

writing whenever inspired, or

selfish intimacy with a book.

 Eclectic wooden bookshelves in

every room, we’d be surrounded

by great authors and writings,

to educate, edify, and emulate;

to inspire unbridled, passionate

thoughts and writings; to broaden

our mutual human experience,

and enrich the quality of our lives.

 I’d have someone to provide for,

to nurture, mentor, and care for;

a companion, a help meet, a friend.

You’d have every bit of the same,

and the peace of mind of knowing

you always have a safe place to

call home, and a table blessed with

an abundance of food and love.

The cupboards would be filled

with nothing but healthy things.

You would slice, dice, and assist

in preparing our gourmet delights.

Over time you would become

the greater of the two chefs.

Meals together would be a fun

part of the celebration of life. 

Conversations around the table

would be plentiful and playful

sport for two fertile minds, with

topics as diverse as snowflakes;

perhaps not arriving at answers,

but delving deeper into questions,

each taking pleasure in having the

other to share life’s mysteries.

You would have your private time

and I would of course have mine.

My friends would be your friends

and your friends would be mine,

When it came to lovers, we’d each

have our own; but when it came to

love, what grew between us would

form an inseparable, eternal bond.  

~gj duerrschmidt

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