These childish games
we play to reveal, subtly,
without direct approach to avoid
reproach,
ourselves
slowly. Now continue.
Participation desired,
possibly even
required
while a single, but different,
question flitters through
our mind.
Words fill the air like smoke,
choking,
to filter out reality and
dark intentions, the reasons for this
pairing. Unclear,
we touch palms
to mirrors
and see each other in a thousand
ways,
searching for the path from in
to out,
to see the limits, the reds,
of what can and should
happen.
Where the smoke
sways a gentle tiding
and the power plays
within all actions
become scrutable,
there we are found
and hide.
There we are captured
and doomed to reside.