MY KNIGHT: IN DRIPPING ARMOR
My knight in dripping armor
jostled me rushing in to shore.
Fearing an ocean in my lungs and
hearing my final gulp of air
he threw me down upon the sand.
His frantic motions actually CPR.
My chest was full and throbbing .
I was struggling to come back.
But then a cough, a heave and
a feeling I had reached a destination.
I searched the face above me:
eye to eye and soul to soul.
I’m long past magic and heroes,
Make-believe or fairytale scenes.
I’ve never seen this or any knight before;
"Dripping armor," "shining" or otherwise.
So how do I know those piercing green eyes
and that voice that finally spoke, “Milady.”?
jostled me rushing in to shore.
Fearing an ocean in my lungs and
hearing my final gulp of air
he threw me down upon the sand.
His frantic motions actually CPR.
My chest was full and throbbing .
I was struggling to come back.
But then a cough, a heave and
a feeling I had reached a destination.
I searched the face above me:
eye to eye and soul to soul.
I’m long past magic and heroes,
Make-believe or fairytale scenes.
I’ve never seen this or any knight before;
"Dripping armor," "shining" or otherwise.
So how do I know those piercing green eyes
and that voice that finally spoke, “Milady.”?
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