Carrying my banner
I march towards the battlefield
and dig my trenches.
Why must I always make war
and draw my lines
while you come in peace?

Steel sheathed behind my smile,
a battle field of rose petals
trimmed in daisies.

I am the Trojan horse that you accepted
with celebrations and wine.
The idea whispered to me so long ago
I can't remember when it transformed,
the idea to the action
and I betrayed you with a kiss.