A Viking Kiss

His mighty roar echoed across the battle field.
The clamour of weapons against a kite shield.
If today is the day he brings dark thunder,
Then not even a warcry shall tear me asunder.
A glorified warrior I cannot justify
His prodigious power to mystify.
The bloody war brought my lover to me.
All hail as I surrender myself to the enemy.
I hold a fighter, not a lover in my arms,
No sign of a smile, no pretence of his charms.
Disrupting me with his beguiling touch.
A strong kiss softened with a tender cwtch.
Through me, a spear of a Celtic viking,
Alas, I be his queen and he…be my king.

©Alima J July 2017

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