knight

my noble knight,

your armor is cold 

and it’s pleated folds 

nick my skin 

what will it take, 

for you to let me in? 

as i dubbed thee

from shoulder to shoulder 

i gazed down from my throne 

and saw the heartache you harbor 

with me, you are not alone 

you swore a sacred oath

kneeling before my pelvis 

praying to protect me 

until death with your service 

yet i beg thee to live for us both 

the metal of your cocoon clinks

and behind that helmet 

i am imagining what you think 

if it is your wish to die, 

let me rest your head on the warm 

silence of my thigh

let my delicate mortal flesh 

penetrate your shield 

and allow yourself to undress

from this nakedness you will yield

the softness necessary to heal

all I ask, is that 

you devour me

as your final meal.