Love Spell

It’s all the game playing girls.

It’s the perfume behind the ear

The tuck of the hair

The slow smile

The crossed legs

The eyes that wander away-

Just for a moment though;

It’s the sun dress

And the skirt to your ankles

Showing nothing

(But everythang, ok?!)

It’s all the game playing boys.

It’s the fresh out the shower

The fit of the tee

The calloused hands

The broad back

It’s the endless focus

The furrow of the brow

The shadow on the chin

The vulnerability of the eyes

That good conversation

That takes us through the night.

It’s all the game y’all.

It’s checkers,

It’s chess,

It’s life;

Cause the pieces

And the board don’t matter

As long as you play

What you’re dealt;

Keep your eyes on yours

And you’ll win

Again

And again

And again…

And if you’re lucky

One more time for good measure.