"if i threw away,
my honour, my life,
my heart, my child,
to bargain for a few days,
of ur love
And if that love was but make believe,
A figment of my dreams
But made possible by a soft light once I saw in ur eyes.

If we played the game,
like two grand masters,
A shadow dance in the still of the night.
Dodging and attacking, again, and again,
To end entrapped and enmeshed,
In stalemate


If I lose it all,
for one trip,
to heaven wrapt in ur strong arms.
and in the end remain,
floating like a drop of sweat on ur soft skin.
If I lose it all,
to die out in the end,
a glorious resplendent, shining death,

tell me,
such an end,
would it not be,
a bargain my friend?"

anon