A look of pure lust is not enough, <br />My heart locked in jail; soon <br />To break free. <br />The key a ticking bomb, ready to <br />Explode, disaster! <br />'The course of love never did Run smooth' - <br />Maybe for some But for me its a matter of fact. <br />When she embraces my arms <br />I know where we're at. <br />Time is not kind, it's warped <br />And confused. <br />Faster, faster when it should <br />Be slower. <br />She glides in and the bomb ticks <br />Faster, blood rushes to finish the race. <br />When finally the bomb explodes, <br />Leaving it's remains of a bumpy road. <br />Not fit to ride nor safe to <br />Travel; with a love like this... <br />I'm fighting a losing battle.<br /><br />Arabella Picken<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-losing-battle-6/
