White Knight

I am your Lancelot You, my Guinevere Have you not recognized me In the far-off meadows of your heart Racing my stallion o’er the wild-flowered fields Daring the dragons of lust and desire Their fiery teeth scorching my breast Drawing the blood of memories lost And I, captive there Have laid down my gauntlet A fight to the death Let no man intrude Let time itself my second be And stay the tide of idle dreams Onlookers' murmurs to distract A blunted will I wear your colors, madam The green of your eyes The rose of your cheek Spur my steed to its final chase We fly in the wind A reckless charge to Destiny. (Previously published in Emotions, Summer 2000)