I dress you in shining armour, my
Scented scarf your red banner. Poised,
Joust in hand, steed at your heals. Ready.
The glint of a smile flashed from eye
To I. Then you charge. I would bottle
That moment for a rainy day. For
You, I would lower my braided hair;
The ladder to my heart. I would prick
My finger on a spinning wheel
And as a dropp of blood wells up,
My last thought would be my first
- Your kiss as I awake.
Annette Lohan
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/knight-of-cups/
