surrender

idle whispers saunter by twitching hand met one steady dizzy smiles down by the bank our treaty formed not an affair, an alliance for you i might pray the calm before the an olive tree branch snapped it was winter i wanted to stay on your stairs now our touch lost in film a white flag stained your blood covers the bullseye on my heart your words rotten the truth but i turn, again, the other cheek our dove pierced idle whispers saunter by unlike you i keep my promises my liar, my lover, my enemy, my peace i will protect You