Life and Love: two absurdist games
You’re meant to lose,
But what happens when it mends, rather than maims?
When you don’t have to choose,
No fingerprint kisses are the same
To cheek or lips or nose or wrist;
When that body doesn’t fit in your frame
To the end of the night, there’s a twist:
‘I’m glad you came.’
Yes, there are words far more strange
In our scope of invisible limits
Out of range-
A scope of time versus kisses
Lower your sights
To the breast and hips and thighs
Tension. Silent. Pulling down your tights.
Looking up with starstruck eyes
Hopes and dreams to blanket star-crossed lovers;
Warmth blossoming or you underneath- a prize
Blooming pale to red under the covers
And the kiss is the first of the spoils
A shooting star across the blanket of heaven’s bower,
Kept for the soldier himself, not the royals-
A gasp and a cry gives complete power.