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It’s the game of gods he plays
his house filled with trophies from the legions
that paid their allegiance to the story,
the false story,
the empty story
the same story,
the old story,
the tired story
the worn-out story
he will make her believe
so he can reach in
and take
what he needs
and once he has it
and she has bought the story,
he will wipe his hungry mouth satisfied from his feast
of ego and lack
and move on to the next...
he is NEVER satisfied
never
and she is voracious too
equally insatiable
for love
for touch
for esteem
for recognition
comfort, security, warmth, consistency, companionship, union,
for yolking
for saving
for "self" Itself
for she has lost it
or maybe she never had it
or maybe someone took it from her
and when these two souls cross
they fit
he, with his deviant dark practiced moves
and she with her hollow, crystal, cracked and broken being
and one by one
she buys the lies
because
underneath the layers
she knows who he is
she's done her work
can hold her own
she knows the moves
she’s been around
he lays it out and says it all ...
he comes on
with all the words
makes her believe
It's possible
It's all possible
and so she does
she believes
And for a while
It sustains her
they make the list
they plan the trip
they talk the talk
they do the deed
the dance moves on schedule
this arm here
this leg goes here
this is my spot right here
pulling, licking, sucking
she flies so high
undoing undone
air is thin
things don't make sense
don't ask
do not disrupt
It can't end
no options
no hits
she takes the poison
like a gambler
pushes all the chips forward
all in
and he's out
moving on
game to game
in the dark he will remain