The game we started off to play last spring
Seemed innocent enough to me at first.
You quickly rounded bases one, two, three,
Then made that final turn and slid for home.
The game was over—at least that’s what I thought.
But you had grown intrigued to learn my skill,
To see me poised and ready at the bat
And equally untamed when in the field.
You called for a rematch. A double header.
The hour was late. My rhythm was off. But you
Beguiled me with the sparkle in your eyes.
So how could I say no to one more game?
For both of us are lovers of the sport
And sometimes I just don’t know when to stop.
Copyright © 2017 Linda Luna – All Rights Reserved
from Dark Side of the Moon
