Nightshift

Memory, a precious token

against a shield of pride, unbroken.

On this heart, my mind and soul

wage war between desire, and self control.

Do you know how much I want desire to win?
But can’t let go of self control enough to give in?
Even raw pictures,

with which desire fights,

self control wins-

because of pride.

On and on these two they spar,
and you,

calmly standing beside my car
unaware of the battlefield
or how close conquest comes to yield,

Every time I see you

FACE TO FACE