adam barricklow

Operation, 'Shock and Awe'

The window is open, and an early spring breeze and
thoughts of war invade the room, its like falling in
love or the conquering of love if such things can be
conquered, massing of troops on foreign borders
ready to claim objectives at any price.

Ignoring protests from foreign soils and current
boyfriends, prepared to accept the casualties of
rejection and damaged pride, covert actions and
simple compliments gone unnoticed, its attack
and retreat, give ground to take ground.

After sandstorms settle and echoes of cannon blast
fall silent a white flag is raised, a meeting is called
to set forth the terms of a truce, or surrender, mine
or yours, new boundaries are drawn, treaties signed.