o, i steel my bravery, steel my chivalry, as danger approaches

lunging for you, i aim a point to your throat, and you dodge with ease,

and rather than slicing my head from my body, you grip my shoulders--

sweep me from my feet, and press your lips to mine, drawing my breath--

feelings in my head clash--partial disgust, partial shock--partial interest,

my body does not react, merely freezing up where i stand--

you draw back, pulling me back up, staring, waiting, almost--

when i do nothing, you blink, and step back, staring, staring--

“that was meant to kill you,” you muttered, blinking, green eyes glinting--

i could not muster a response, and merely stared, dumbfounded--

chivalry steeled, yet not my own wits, for i don’t reach back for my weapon--

i blink and you disappear, and i still stand in my place, face hot,

only able to muster a small “pardon?” far after you were gone;

and we met again just the other day, and we both stood in place,

and i saw your face glow with a flush, unable to summon words, like myself--

“i messed up last time,” you mutter, “let me try again.” and mindlessly, i said;

“very well.”