her openness of heart forms the vast tract where at the end of my days the tangled branches of my wretched genesis can finally untangle her tender love a nexus where gravity of spirit meets sweet embrace a grave for super-heroes to rest a gentle pillow for my weariness the gold my brokenness to repair and in her gentleness I see the reflections of my perverted self a twisted doppelgänger whose time has come whose crumpled wings she smooths and unfurls with smiles and kisses uncoiling warming loosening a path to the humanity I have so yearned for 24-III-2014