At Sight

The hard rush of adrenaline
Racing through my head
My body
Anywhere but where it really matters
Where it could reach
The heart
But something in me succumbs
To you
A wellspring of something akin to pity –
Pity mixed with respect
Or awe
At the cover you maintain
Invulnerable to all who come,
Invincible –
You hold me
You always have,
At sight.