Super heroes

I am your fragile angelsuper- annotated, unsedated maelstromblessed with arms of steel;a sweet smelling woman -childbreathing soft moments into empty placesa justified enigma that you’ve searched beneath the starsto find.You are my super herografted onto staunch reality, entertaining winter’s greynessgarnished with a brilliant mind;a sweet smelling streamline of surgical precisioncreating waves of seismic tremors,yes, you appeared to love mein the nick of time.We are the fantasycourtly love in children’s armour, deifying human harshnesssynchronising body’s ritualtesting taste buds for a meaningriding high on intellectual freedomyes, we are reaching for a visionuncluttered by the skeins of time.