Losing Game

Power struggled within her

Guarded against hurt

She wielded her beauty like a weapon

Used her sensuality as a shield

She kept spies at bay through an espionage of lust

A Cold War of comfort

Love loosened the loneliness

That lay between them

Happy memories taped over the cracks at her core

She was a half-forgotten reminder

That remained somewhere between the flight and the fear

His desperation not to lose her

Her desperation not to lose

Reviews

[Thomas W Case]

Tremendous work. I like this a lot.

[Neville]

I am so glad I came by here this mane .. I am sure that many will be able to relate to your ink .. Write on APP .. N :)

[A Poor Player]

Thanks for stopping by Neville! The encouragement is greatly welcome.

[Neville]

You are more than welcome .. indeed much more .. My pleasure entirely .. Neville

[Arundass TP]

The last two lines gives the answer. Good poem.

[A Poor Player]

From one poet to another many thanks!