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a poem by xTx (2 of 2)
Battleground
My hair on my face
To see your eyes and lips
up close
enough to feel your breath
A rectangle of bedspread
hot from the sun
against my back
then yours
I want to play games with you
I would like to win
then lose
then win
To see your eyes and lips
up close
enough to feel your breath
hot from the sun
against my back
then yours
I would like to win
then lose
then win