Knight of Nights

knight

I wake to arms

wrapping me,

gathering thoughts

of where I am,

who I am,

and what day this is.

I hold back,

tightly,

as if the wind would

swift me

away

and I no longer had

the grounding of you

shielding me from the world.

The heat from the bed

penetrates

silently

draping us both,

whispering

little secrets from our travels.

This is the way

every morning should be welcomed:

in the arms of a knight

illuminating light

into my spirit.

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