The Mating Game – a poem

The Mating Game;

Intricacies

***

*Introduction*

My mask has not yet slipped, no cracks

In the charcoal matte surface so made,

A flicker of eyes just caught, a sigh

As memories rise from murk, invisible

Attacks.

*

Faces which start rebellions, innocent

Movements and expressions, sparking

Motions too out of proportion to most,

The game which moves in secret ways

Knows.

*

Intricacies of a game always played,

Yet never spoken of by the players,

Nuances of exchanges made behind doors

Metaphorical made physical, barriers

Obscure.

*

Like frosted glass, we operate behind

That translucent facade, masks worn,

Sometimes torn, the game from fun to

Shock, unintentional investments turn

Traitorous.

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4 thoughts on “The Mating Game – a poem

  1. I love your style… Always great writing from you, very impressive πŸ™‚

    Keep up the great work!
    TheMrAnonymous
    ProjectHeard.wordpress.com

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