She makes me feel
like a lost dog
she gives a bowl of water to
when she agrees to meet me
at the bar after all,
I'm just needy enough to lap up the gift
even knowing it is more out
of pity than affection.
These are not the kinds of things
a person should be
grateful for,
when it is never
really real,
just a show in which
I
happen to be the beneficiary,
though in truth,
who can say what she
gets out of it,
this chess player
many moves ahead
in a game I am
destined to lose,
check mate long before i move my first pawn,
king trapped in the
reflections of her amazing eyes,
where the real
mysteries lie,
her features disguising who she really is
and I can only guess as to what end
the game is,
whether she just plays to keep in practice.
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