176. the beautiful game *

softly, you led me
darkly, you let me
the home of your tears
of your heart.

softly, the mists
led us to sleep
and 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.