Super heroes

I am your fragile angel
super- annotated, unsedated maelstrom
blessed with arms of steel;
a sweet smelling woman -child
breathing soft moments into empty places
a justified enigma that you’ve searched beneath the stars
to find.

You are my super hero
grafted onto staunch reality, entertaining winter’s greyness
garnished with a brilliant mind;
a sweet smelling streamline of surgical precision
creating waves of seismic tremors,
yes, you appeared to love me
in the nick of time.

We are the fantasy
courtly love in children’s armour, deifying human harshness
synchronising body’s ritual
testing taste buds for a meaning
riding high on intellectual freedom
yes, we are reaching for a vision
uncluttered by the skeins of time.

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