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Difference

An idea, a thought
elusively gone
like so many lives
lost to conformity.
Difference is far off
like those memories:
a scatter cushion
faded red from the years
of indifference;
or that curious conversation
about the touch of a lover.
Time is almost still
but the shadows still move
yet this can’t be seen happening.

Why is this happening?
These thoughts?
What god?
What cruel creature
on Tuesday plays Candy Crush
yet on Wednesday breaks my heart?

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Player One

This dream in my head
of me sitting between your legs;
your hands on mine on yours.
Playing video games in a dark room:
my smile lit up by you,
I want to be your player two.

You’d teach me how it works
and give me kisses for kills.
Let me win a few times,
or I can be your side-kick
and you can protect me with your guns.
This feeling will be new:
let me be your player two.

We’d play until the new day’s sun
And you’d be my Player One.