Game of Love

The game of love

Is not what you think

Takes two to tango

Just one to break up

A spring of dreams

Laid barren by

Midsummer’s sun

Sent to cold storage

Deep Winter’s snow

Yesterday’s rose petals

Withered and blown away

The game of love

Flourishes watered by

Faith and hope

Patience and desire

Compromise makes it bloom

The game of love

Not for the faint hearted

Commitment keeps it alive

Weathering storms of doubt

The game of love

Rich pleasure

For those

Willing for

A slow waltz

Veneer of Civility

Dance moves finely choreographed
Shadows moving in unison
Simmering discontents
Fluid movements gyrating to
Rising crescendo
As sumo wrestlers eyeing each other
Before the next move
Danseur and danseuse
Each movement perfected
Years of finely honed practice
As they tango
Their faces a feline mask
Quickly sizing up each other
Rushing to the final act
Falsetto matching
Shrill of the shrew
Catastrophe averted
As the doorbell rings
Veneer of civility
A smile on their face
Impending thunder
Pushed to another day