Glimpses

By your armor, I’m taken, wondering:
your eyes gleaming, unmasked,
your body dancing, unencumbered
 and light.

{ your sword nicked my knee;
   the spilling of blood
   grants me brethren see
   — and thou still war?
   Oh, go wounded and stay wounded
   wherefore I, bad in war and in peace,
   may nurse you. }