Soldier

I am captivated by incense surrounding
the atmosphere with a taste of heaven when
I knock on your operatic door and weave my
way into your honey eyes after you have
captured my soul with your lathered words.
I surround myself with the passport into your
soldier spirit that conquers tyrant moons
for torturing the she-wolf.
I am hungry for you as you are for me in the
dampened streets of our frosted village.
I wrestle with time to hold onto your
chivalrous smile, but your tortured whispers
won't let go of your temperament.
A series of blows strike your back when the
hunter conquers the hunted and prepares him
for death.