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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


where we could have ended

the war