Superman

The night folds me with its subtletieswhile I count your breaths:up and down,in and out…the pain of your scarcrisscrossing the sheetsand vulnerability filled with Kryptonitemagnifying everything that is not.I need you to healcompletelyallowing the physical youto override the emotional one.You are my Supermanand, while I love nursing you,I need your safe arms of steelto hold and fold meas night vanishes into day.For now I lay my handon your chestrubbing prayers,silently whispering sweetness to the heavens,conjuring up a spellfor that very moment,months from now,when you can whisk me upand take me to that placewhere dreams reside.