Sorceress Poem by Alejandro Torres

I do not seek war and conquest
Though at times I fight
To preserve my sense of self
You humble me with love
But rape the sentiment
Your love is spread thin
Too thin to hold true
I dress myself in armor
Cloak myself in character
And though your eyes roam
Your smile holds ardor
Were it only as bright and true
As the rays of love
The top of my heart
Holds for you
I do not hold you to promise
I do not weigh your words
Against gold
But I’d give up everything
To breathe the same air
As you
While we lay dying
So far from our beating hearts
A warrior born
Taken to pen
Taken by love
By a modern day Circe
Were I a man
I would not suffer so
But being a woman
Like so many before
I watch as I run
With my heart
Far behind
With you