cornered, the prey works on instinct
but the moment of truth never arrives
a pauper and pawn for the amusement of friends
with benefits going to the charity of their choosing
a game of sorts, for fools and thinkers
but a heart is at stake
each message sent and received with loving care
and careless love receives no message unsent
such an incredulous notion, this respect and trust
in a doubt-ridden fen of contrary evidence
a game of sport, for actors and actresses
but a heart is at stake
again we circle around the precipice
locked in stares that never meet
eye to eye in perpetual asides
wielding secrets like weapons
a game to court, for calls and messages
but a heart is at stake
