He knew the game; the game knew him as well;
While she – she wrote the book on all of this.
The things that each had seen, they’d never tell;
The untold fantasies beyond the kiss —
This was to be another in a line
Of many nights that each of them had known.
The early parts were boilerplate, just fine;
When each stepped far into a danger zone
For love, forbidden thing, that ancient shame,
Began to work its way into those two:
You masters think you’ve learned to play the game;
But always, in the end, the game plays you
“You masters think you’ve learned to play the game; But always, in the end, the game plays you”
Perfect and almost always true.
Truth in every word. Hits the heart, excellent writing as always!
I wish I could get this through to my students. So true, so true. Just found you. I have a category on my site called “Not My Poetry”. Would you mind if I reposted this? Here is the link if you want to preview the site:
https://dawnlizjones.wordpress.com/2015/11/08/new-all-for-guest-poets/ Thanks!
Sure. Thanks.
Sorry for the terse reply. I would be honored.
Not terse at all. It will come out in late March or April. Thanks again (with a link to your site of course.)
Hit me hard. Something I can complete relate to, amazing <3
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So good! When it finally becomes a game condition.
So good!! All the nuances of lust and consequences tangled together…