How I wanted

to hang on for moments longer:

to feel you hand pressing the dice

into mine, watch your eyes glitter

behind a curtain of chestnut hair.

How I wanted

to be divided and conquered by you,

assailed from all fronts, surrender

and stumble under your gaze.

How I wanted

to do more than sit next to you,

one more weakening opponent

soon defeated and sooner forgotten.

How I want

not to lose everything I hold

this time.

Copyright (c) 2000 by Beth Kinderman. This is my original work, so please respect it.