Evocation #54 Changing His Story

Changing His Story

He wore his masculinity so well.

Sexy! He stood as a fine figure – an athlete, a dancer.

His charismatic attraction always making heads turn, 

with admiration or surprise at such vibrancy passing by.

Salesmen rubbed hands with delight 

as a perfect fit walked into menswear…

Off the rack, modeled as tailored, whenever 

he flung back the curtain of a change room.

I wore him with pride on my arm, 

instantly made more attractive by his glow.

We exuded the delight of lovers, 

showing our devotion and experience of beauty 

to anyone who bothered to glance in our direction.

He taught me not to be afraid 

of my identity as a woman in the world.

He taught me to enjoy being loved 

both in public and in private.

Affection did not need to be hyper-sexualized 

or treated as dirty or disgusting. 

Rather, he taught me to enjoy being a daughter of God 

and the queen of his heart.  

As his wife, I ceased to be a girl and became a woman, 

not because of what we did in the bedroom, 

but because I experienced 

the deep respect and encouragement of a generous husband.

He raised me to a higher identity than I had experienced before.

He did not measure my value by what I offered him, 

but showed me he was devoted 

to being my strongest cheerleader.

He took on the responsibility of dedicating himself 

to helping name to be the best I could be.

He blest me.

What could I offer this man who gave me so much?

He was a servant to so many 

and one who stirred many pots.

If I could influence one thing 

I would say his story continues 

in whether or not those who knew him

seek the breadth of life or whether they settle for less. 

Less is death, he would say. 

Life is the opportunity to expand horizons, 

so keep adding to and changing his story. 

© A A Koh-Butler, 2020