Damali

Damali
Life is love! My poems bring love to life!

Saturday, July 31, 2010

Cornered

He had me trapped again. My Black checker piece, cornered. The sly smile on his face meant certain doom, and yet, the best part of the game was seeing that smile. He hadn't known that victory was mine. Playing this game meant time closer to him, sitting only a few feet across from the calculated wrath that made perpetual loss worthwhile.

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