SuperHero
it’s not the boots
that draw me
thigh high
though they may be
studded, spangled
with stars
nor is it
the mystic bracers
encircling
your righteous wrists
their glimmer
and shine not enough
your fluttering cape
snapping to attention
the golden
garland wreathed
through your hair
with such heroic flair
mirrored
in tiny hoops
through each ear
these captivate, enthrall
but alone are not
dynamic enough
to entice me,
nor the strength
of your countenance,
the mighty
purpose of your
gaze, though hypnotize
it may, something
other is your power
the naked weakness
you try in vain
to cloak
draws the villain
in me from
his veiled lair
Jeff Fleming
http://nibblepoems.wordpress.com/
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