Word play,
foreplay....

Between the lines or
Between the sheets...

Her move my move,
The strategy begins...

My fault...
Her falt...

What's the difference....

She throws a dagger...
I throw a dagger....

Black and white
so what's the fight...

A heart that holds us...
A mind that molds us...

World's apart,
so how did it start...

Crippled by a cruch...
A life of fuss...

What can hold it...
What can mold it..

The question,
is only in the moment..

Only the moment,
is the eye of the beholder
without a shoulder....

To cry when tagged,
under the buds or rolled over...

Decimals demencile demanding,
in the roller coaster...