175. the beautiful game
softly, you led me
darkly, you let me
find
the home of your tears
of your heart.
softly, the mists
led us to sleep
and lonely
lonely
stole our hearts.
a woman can tell
from eyes & years
& her woman’s ways
the hook of possessions
in your heart.
the woman can sense it well
can regard her view
& her woman’s ways
mislaid our hearts
as only women do.