The Game- A Replay Poem by Subhojit Kar

Maximum result with minimum effort- -
using the attacker's brutishness
to bring him down;
Crossing and uncrossing of legs
the sensuous rub of skin on skin
all smooth and shiny
like endless, gleaming rivers- -
Are all these with or without purpose?

Touching strategic pressure points
with a pout of the moist, cherry lips
or a slithering flick of the snaky tongue- -
they all but kill your hunter-turned-hunted.

Pearly predatory teeth rarely seen
but drawing out blood just the same
like so many clinical injection syringes
and frantic fingers urgently exploring- -
all part of the Device-expert's game
the grand winning stratagem,
The Game invented long ago
by who else,
but the Stony Heart Robo-Goddess.