176. 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.