The Game of You : untitled
a short stubby neck held in check by stiffness turned clockwise once
your name inscribed in dark, bold strokes by a hand unclenched
i knew you were going my way through earned respect
days closed by quiet sleep on leather worn and cracked

the second need to twist and arc your graceful neck
further to view skywashed vistas you lent me skill
learning through a dozen errors from morn and the rest
long insistent hours sharpened patience with hours to kill

three by spindly legs remained uncovered through the years
what else had i to do but wait and stay still?
and listening to plans forming, my thoughts spoke in hushed tones
a scarlet bow entwined tight 'round your hidden ears

cat's-tread for sneaking about from the carefree smile
i was going nowhere fast and remained troubled for a while
it was not a choice freely given that we could make
the rest was beautiful, silence that was heaven to create
99 Feb 15 (c) copyright owned by Siddharta Somar 
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