What if Making Love was like a Game of Chess.

What if making earth-shattering love, Was like a game of strategic chess.    You will become soft waves, Of domination and submission,   The knight saddling, the bishop diagonally holy, The queen going here and there,   Sacrificing herself like a pawn, The gambit of her slender lustful body.   And what else, but two…

Basketball

In a game Where you want to see A giraffe climb or an elephant push You have the giants of the game With even bigger hearts Making the climb to where Everything is found in A basket, that one dunk Or one free throw or one hook shot Becomes a hamper And the word hamper…

American Football

A game of Ravens and Bengali Tigers The corvids and the felines. Playing a game of catch, steal and run On a lawn long enough for a race Of endurance and trickery. Where strapping men Make mercenaries out of their bodies, Courage stretching beyond spandex To catch an oblong flying ball, and drag her home;…

Soccer

The gifted The Messis and Ronaldos In a waltz of the talus Metacarpals and phalanges. When the choreography Of feet, running rings around A ball, a few inches in diameter, To the fleet-footed music Of foot chemistry, When the world is at your toes And the love of a game makes Paupers of an island…

Cricket Dreams

A lottery would be A little scratch pad that rustles something inside And that old man with the ticket Was like a school yard kid on a piece of turf Playing cricket. And that kid too had a lottery In his palm. A little bat that would unlock a little treasure On a bare patch…