A Viking And His Warrior Girl Poem by Belle Violet

I love the blond
and the red
in his beard
and mustache.
He's like a Viking
with those features
high cheekbones,
sea-glass eyes
What a creature.
I can see him there
like Thor,
a man comprised
of fire
and storms.
He would ask me
what words meant,
I liked
that he asked,
and once he knew,
he would use them.
It told me
he wasn't
afraid of my brain.
That he could keep up with
my thought waves.
I liked that he made it known
when he didn't know something.
All warriors adapt
and never stop learning.
He was always one to keep urging
to understand everything.
From definitions,
to cooking,
to me.
He has a mind like a knight.
He analyzes the world
as if it were a fight
or a war.
And that brown-yellow-auburn stubble
that surrounds
his mouth
knows no bounds.
His blue eyes seem dreamy,
Soft-hearted and steamy,
but they're like
the eyes
of a wolf.
Calculating
their
every move.
Don't be fooled by his boyish face,
the mind behind it
is well-aged.
And there are few men
that can hold their own
with
my mind.
I have to say,
I hung on to
every word.
Every time.
Even if
he didn't realize.
He thinks he's just
a boy
with a tractor
and a head
for numbers.
He should realize
his thoughts
to me
are like
wildfires.
He reminds me of Maximus;
thinker,
fighter,
gladiator,
lover.
He reminds me of Sir Lancelot
and King Arthur
rolled into one.
Steady,
brave,
brilliant,
sexy,
and calm.
He is the rock in my ocean,
The only thing that breaks
my chaotic
motion.
He is
who I turn to
for advice.
For confident, kind eyes.
I've never been a damsel in distress.
If anything
I'm a wrecking ball
in a dress.
But he was the only one
that I
relied on.
To tell me the truth,
to shake off my youth,
to pull myself up
by the boots.
I am the Joan of Arc
to his
Lancelot.
The brunette gladiator
at his side.
filled with his strength
despite
being
half his size.
And, if he wanted
the world razed,
if he'd convinced me
along with him,
to set it
ablaze,
I would have listened.
I would have obliged,
dropping that match,
as I locked onto
his eyes,
and we'd stand there
holding hands,
in a wrecked world
of fire light.
I'd burn the world,
this warrior girl,
for his smile.