It’s very clear now
that fierceness is completely
unrelated to anything physical.
The bravest warrior woman I’ve ever known
slaying her own fire-beasts and vanquishing shadows
I have to bend an inch to kiss.
Shielded by a faceful of hair, doing battle with eyes closed
she throws a honesty-javelin and breaks open another layer
of my tired old heart-guard, without ever saying,
because, I suppose, assumed,
that there’s something down in the depths
Unnamed faith in me
and my ability to hold her honesty
is the most difficult
gift to accept.