Poem for a Player

She sings an outdated number,

her dance has no rhythm,

she laughs at what the mirror says.

 

Yet,

in her palm are lines

that speak a language

no words could convey.

 

If he said he loved her,

she would not understand.

The blankness in his eyes.

She does.

His gems are pretty pebbles.

They belong

to the queen of roulette.

She wears a crown

studded by winds

below the rainbow.

He uses lyrics

that would calm a lover’s heart.

She sways to the harp

of passionate innocence.

Of the sea

that quenches its thirst with the river.

 

He made the rules.

The game is his.

But she never enters the field.

She senses him and

she is lost to him.

For,

in her palm are lines

that speak a language

no words could convey.

 

Keep her blindfolded, player,

she can see him still.

 

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4 thoughts on “Poem for a Player

  1. She wears a crown… studded by winds… below the rainbow… the rainbow with thousand colors singing to the wind swept tunes… He.. still… uses lyrics…

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