Conquest

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