Untitled (1993)

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