Games.

Many hours later, guess what? 

Your neck is still here, on my lips.
Your hand still caresses my hips. 
My heart rate is fast, I'm hot.

You asked me to give You some space:
Relationship wasn't Your goal.
I promised to know my place,
Which was an irrational call.

How can I keep cooling my heart?
It aches, it's been bleeding with love...
I'm good when we close, but apart
I'm questioning all the above.

I'm wondering, what is Your role?
What lesson is there to be learned?
I'm game. Now You've got the ball:
There are points ahead to be earned.

But if You are on an opposite team,
Let me know, I'll quit right away.
I'm not gonna shout or scream.
I'll be glad I was able to play.




April 20. Dreaming about a dream. Hollywood. Evening. Can't sleep.