standing in the middle of a battle field
i raise my spotless white flag

i wait
and wait
for you to do the same

the longer it sways in the breeze
the more armor falls

all forms of protection:
sword, shield, breastplate

days turn to weeks
weeks to months

and suddenly i'm bare
naked, shivering.
waiting for your next move.

so tell me,
ambush
or
love.