My Love, Your Game

by Latorial Faison

You never did own me
just made me lie face down for you
made me shed my own blood for you
I lived on half a brain loving you
and that was 1972
when we just said "I do"
and there was no ring . . . or anything
to symbolize what that love should mean
what the trappings of the night could bring
I inhaled your charm and simultaneously
exhaled the strength of your right arm
I walked in your shoes, talked in your tongue 
regarding the rules of your game, I couldn't go wrong
you made it plain . . . without a visual
it was a traditional love ritual
a you and me thing
who knew the heart ache it would bring
could I have hoped for living again
our love . . . 
never one and the same

My Love, Your Game by Latorial Faison

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