The first time I met my lady,
She was
Weird in her mercy.
Hard to picture her fantasy.
The first kiss
Embodied
Her world title
A world miss.

Her embrace was a clinch
Like a bitter pinch.
May be
to prevent hard blows.
Her heart had no female laws.
She pulled me close to push me away.
No word to say.
Seeing my nakedness
Laughing at my madness.
she leant me a dream
of chainmail and shield.
Taking love from me she gave a reprieve
to a mind resigned to the slow death of feeling.
I stopped breathing
I shouted

Ignoring my words she heard
my faint silent heartbeat and
understood that it was music
too quiet for the world to hear
and turned it up louder
than I could stand.
I wept in my deafness
as she danced.
I love your madness
dear mistress.