I am not a conquest
Or a feat or a trophy to boast
Or a fraud and a whore
Warranting eternal repentance
Or a promise suspended
Over sweet nothings that weave holographic tapestries
For if you take me as a hill to conquer
Then I will conquer
my terrains will turn rough and tempestuous
My roads steep and caves jagged
With shouts and teeth barren
An animal on a leash it never asked for
Yet if you take me as I am, warm blood, soft heart and soft flesh,
Capable of will and flaw and compassion
Then I will give to you willingly
With ease and warmth
And a slow and true kind of joy that does not wash away
