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Games that we play


Lying awake in my lonely bed,
Thinking about the things we do to each other,
The joking, the teasing, leading us into temptation,
All part of an ever changing game we play.
Its anything goes. When no real rules apply.
None, except 'Look, but don't touch'.
What are the stakes we play for?
What exactly is the prize?
LUST?
LOVE?
Or are we just stroking each others ego?
Acting as players and judges,
Who determines the winner?
You? Because you don't give in?
Or me? Because I don't stop trying?

Round after round, like an endless boxing match,
We circle each other like two prize fighters,
Probing for any little weakness,
Waiting for the other to let their guard down,
Jabbing at one another with words or long, listful looks,
Some sharp and to the point,
Others softer, subtle, more staggering for their accuracy,
Straight to the heart, or worse, to the mind,
Creating thoughts, in ideas, in dreams,
One inside each other til we're twisted inside out,
Searching for hidden, double meanings,
Looking for ghosts that aren't always there.
Never tiring, always back for one more round,
The thrill of the hunt drives us on,
Neither of us able, (or is it willing?),
To throw the knockout punch.
One way or another, afraid to put it to an end,
Or, are we more afraid of the prize that awaits us?

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Written October 13th, 2005

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  • Frances
    September 9

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    Great Write Poet........

    Honestly me who likes the flow, or just likes the roll of a poem. Keep it going .Take care good job!!!!


  • katie marie silver member
    August 26

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    Oh, yes, I know the game. "We circle each other like two prize fighters,...
    Searching for hidden, double meanings, Looking for ghosts that aren't always there."

  • "They" have said ...

    that it's all been said before but just in different ways and tones! I came to find a poem of yours that said more or less what I have said before in my poem ... and I found it quite quickly by your title. We all realize that we love to play but the prize is not always what we hoped for. Glad to have found this one quickly so I could reply. joy

  • graydeth
    October 13, 2005
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    Thanks.


  • devils-angel69
    October 13, 2005
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    nice write....keep up the good write's....and it's so very ture!!!!!!

    devils-angel69.....

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