Feeling her fingertips,
I fall like
casino chips,
love is the contract we make.

The wheel that we spin
win or lose
always stops at the person
we choose.

Eyes shine like stars in
the theatre bars,
at the interval
time for a gin.

It feels like a win,
feeling her fingertips,
falling casino chips
fall as they will.

she calms herself, a momentary lulling
then strikes with rattlesnake venom
this bullwhip wind,
with the whole World shaking in her hair.

at some point the warmth of the Sun
translated into a hug
and that translated into love from a Sun-God
down to a demonstration of Earthly Human affection

We all swing back and forth.
Half the time there is darkness
which we get lost in.
Sleep:
where we again meet the people
who at some point made our hearts bleed.
And again,
they do that.
This time in darkness, but still with the color.