Her beauty cannot be measured with

the standards of a colonized mind

Her features are broad and striking

She caresses him

her fingers stretch endlessly into his world of pain

She loves him, even though his existence is

predestined to be one of no remorse, no compassion

nor is it clouded with the delusion of equality

He loves her, cares for her, protects her

Adores what he can never, ever be

There's such purity in a love that's

essential to the loving of one's self