You got ready
for battle and you
fit yourself into
your armor and then
just in case someone
should try and sneak up
or get any closer
to you you welded
the sharpest spikes
you could find
to every inch, fancying yourself
a porcupine without the fragility,
no soft underbelly.
And I will brave
these daggers and come
forwards, into
your painful embrace
because all you ever
had to do was ask
and I
will
follow.