War Games

All is fair in sex and war, the only rule is what you can get away with,

You know what I’m saying when our sand box playing became a war of

attrition. Our common ambition is now complete domination.

My bombshell baby, subtle as a mortar blast. You hit hard, first and fast.

You go for shock and awe. You begin with demands as you use your hands,

a mock hostage situation.

“We will not negotiate with the likes of terrorists”

I go distract the voters with a quick kiss. Because the brain

is the public and the mouth is like congress. Because of the way

you filibuster, debate and confess to your exorbitant military spending.

With our friendly fire, we invade personal space. With hands like tanks

overrunning artillery, which would make legs like a battle at sea. And we,

with our arms race escalate and pick up the pace, we go nuclear and

dive head long into mutually assured destruction. Outside it’s snowing,

as we cuddle in the haze of our nuclear winter, we sleep, the war is over.

Then the United Nations, your roommate comes in glaring daggers at me and

I feel as if in Nuremburg awaiting my trial, charged with “Crimes of Humanity”.