Parlor Games

Tis like a parlor game my love
this roll of dice upon the berth
as flesh lies bare this wanton night
then rises with the morning light
wings spread as a bird in flight
to find an open hand with feed
and land therein for just one night.

How many seeds are spawned this way
as darkness blends into the day?
Words fall like honey from lying lips
on hearts that yearn for love that's true
only torn to shreds as day reveals
the secrets that twilight concealed
as lovers play with disregard
for fragile minds and tender hearts.

Fear not sweet love, all games must end
Into the dark they will descend
and those who've hurt will hurt no more
The nectar of challenge drips away
once truth becomes the game of play