Jun 18, 2011 12:14
two play at any game
at least two, ever two
until she decides to turn away
what are you going to do now
watch the breeze roll in
over and under
and remember how the grass shifts
unseen and ever-moving like the thought behind her eye
play it again and make it a good one
long keys, brass foot pedals
stares turned your way the next
missions always out of reach
until she decides
always beyond your touch
running long blades on flats of hands
two can play and two can run
musings