Games We Play
Would you tell me of this fling
how many games do you play
this tete-a-tete of cat and mouse display
taunting and teasing every heartstring?
It's a wash set out on the clothesline to dry
fastidious blown gusts chilling the skin
makes me wonder why this might begin
meandering of eyes on currents in the sky.
How well you play these games
so like a tantalizing kiss or touch
my loins and emotions fill with such lust,
have you or I, no modicum of shame?
It doesn't matter if you're black or white
not even if you're young and old
fortune and satisfaction favor the bold
there's a date waiting for you tonight.
E harmony, match and tinder call
peruse the photos and find your prime
someone not me, for a good time
romance is available for one and all.
So, keep playing your game
I'll be here waiting when you're ready
and in the end, I can be your only steady
not rich nor famous but your one true flame.
Emile Pinet's contest on Enclosed Rhyme 2/12/19
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