Games With No Rules

She twists her minute hands for hours on ends.
He is a shadow in her mind and hates waiting games, but he plays along.
She turns over in bed after losing a staring contest with the wall, interrupted by his call.
He had nothing to say.

And all day long they play games with no rules, like fools in love with love and not each other.
Discovering the smoothness of paper, purity soon to be scarred with false words and worries and wonders which wait to be answered, dragging question marks behind them hoping to hook into hearts so they can capture an imagination. These love notes are open bear traps and if closed they will torture the mind caught within as the heart flutters trying to be free. They play with no rules like fools in love with love, and she knows the game they’re playing. So she twists her minute hands for hours on ends until he has shadowed her into the darkness. Disappearing like a phantom performer in an empty theatre, he turns on the ghost light, calls her from her bed and opens her mind with the dreams in his head.