the arrows left me bleeding
I ransacked your edges
looking for smooth seams
and fertile soil
to burrow in
stone by stone I tried
carving ledges for us in mortar
with flowers, bruised feet
and a quiver full of doves
now I am too faint
for climbing
so while you speak of battle plans
of kings, crowns, and armies
I sling my only rock
trusting it will find
the place on your chest
in the shape of one damp cheek
and I will shelter here alone
in the shadows of a wall
the arms of my heart
uncrossed
where we could have ended
the war