I unfold in front of you slowly and suddenly and then all at once as if there were a portal in the magical middle of you
I am bound to the place you pin me. Make no sudden moves, I can’t stop the crest fallen swoon of the eager sparrow- hips locked with your rhythmic grooves
Your words drop like silver star stuff from your crescent lips.
Your crest emblazoned in flames on a near perfect chest…
Writhing like a wicked little witch nary wearing a stitch
Distracted, lusting feels so entirely protracted…
How much time has passed? I could burst in equal parts flame and flower. Let me soft petal soften you where you’re heart has hardened- let me in my Knight.
I, the swallowing sparrow am bound to see this through,
Knight in near perfect body armor- it comes down to you. 
