Armor

Our shields.
Our shells.
Our egocentric shelters,

protect us from
swords
predators
and storms.

But love is none of these,
so let down your guard.
For my part,
the armor is thrown to the ground.

I wield no weapons.
No poison,
no pistols,
no swords.

I am a harmless herbivore
just chasing after sunshine.

And I thought I caught a glimpse
of a sparkle in you
that was more than the shimmer
of your shining armor.

Let me see the man
behind the mask.
Let me love the heart
inside your haven.

But if I am not the one,
stab me quick,
while my armor’s down,
and let me bleed it out.

Otherwise I’ll always wonder
why my knight just walked away.