2,1,None, Or More Poem by David DeSantis

And I've been thinking
While I'm lusting
About a sun dream
And new play things
I've been moving
On a thin beam
It's a bright thing
I've been balancing
To be loving
With an old fling
As she texts me
Like a checked king
Has been making
Me think tempting
things that could be
while one's sleeping.
There's this new game
And she's untamed
While the old game
Is perfecting
All the things that
I once wanted
But not wanting
Now to have them
And I'm a fool that
Cannot decide when
He should roll them
To find seven
Maybe someday
They will move me
Or when lonely
I will give in
But until then
I'll stay hitting
it's an old game
On which I'm betting.