Love comes in glittering armor
Pure and stainless sweet
But my knight
He comes in the cover of evening
In a cloak of fleeting warmth
Love’s twin brother whom he is often confused with
Touching me
Wanting me
Using me
For his pleasure
Hovering over me like a vulture over death
Confusing me with his sweet words
(There are vile intentions behind them)
It is only after that brief warmth
After he leaves me cold and empty
Do I realize who he was
And what he had done to me