Battle Ground
Like a thief she steals kisses
From his heart she takes love
Entraps them in golden cages
Feeds them her lifes blood
In her arms he weakens swiftly
Thinks its he who holds the key
She smiles secretly at the joke
She holds within her hands
Ensconced within his death throws
He wakens to his predicament
With one caress he turns the tables
Now she must mourn him endlessly
Love is not a battle ground to be held
Victory lies in the sweet surrender
by
Fiona Davidson
