Wicked Game Poem by Anna Cellmer

You said that
I don’t hurt you
This way
You don’t love me
Then...
So, it’s just
A wicked game
Between the woman
And the man
I understand
And you know
I’m not sure
It’s sad at all
It’s just a different
Kind of me
Which likes this play
With you and me
And this cold love
In the hotel room
Where I know
I can do
What ever I want
And you too
Because it’s just a play
Between the woman and the man
Who understand.