Wednesday, May 16, 2012

Check mate

The game is on, and
I've no moves left.
She knows all of mine
and can easily
cut me loose,
a tired wild animal,
tied-and-tamed.
She wants to wait,
a thing I hate.
I choose to lose,
and she says
'check-mate' !

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