He feels the warmth as he pushes open the door.
Moonlight streams from the window to the earthen floor.
Tiny suspended particles dance through the beam.
Blended fragrances float in and out like a dream.
He unbuckles the armor all men must wear.
His grey eyes meet hers in a warm and gentle stare.
He moves toward the window to behold the night.
Black velvet interrupted by moon and starlight.
Moonlight casts shadows across his massive physique.
Yet he wears an odd, little boy smile – mild and meek.
He can be tender and vulnerable tonight.
Foreign foes, tomorrow is soon enough to fight.
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