What attraction means to me

I've been asked before who is my "type":

And I've always hedged in my answer,

Until lately, when I finally lost all vacillation:

You see, I like the fine and the bright

I like she who speaks of the divine and heaven

I like she who renounces the Cross and dogma

I like she who sees more than the boundary

Than the boundary between the light and the dark

And how so simply that all is, that dichotomy

You see, I like she who is far more than black or white

Far more than light or dark, or the falseness of dichotomy

I like she who sees beyond the idiocy of supremacy

The word that dictates to you and allows no heresy

And I like she who is sweet and kind and full of heart

Full of heart, full and kind, someone who is gifting the world

For whoever she may be, she would be a gift, someone whole

And yet, someone not whole, not full, not kind

Because who of us is any of that: we really are none of that

You see, she who I like: she would be far more than me

Far more me than all the expectations I've ever made for her

And yet, completely something I have nothing of that expectation, you see?

It means absolutely nothing, really

It's never meant anything to me

Who I like, who I want to be with—is—