Dancing a game of catch,
Breathless as my heart
Gets pinched, pressed,
Thumped like a wall,
As if it cannot break,
Poked, taunted, tempted.
I look away, cover my mouth,
I cannot look too hungry
Or I will lose even before
Anything begins, no one
Takes the eager ones seriously.
There are rules, there are lines,
There are points to be won,
There are tests to be passed.
I always somehow manage to
Upset the scales, tip the balance
In my disfavor. The grace
Of my loving is overshadowed
By the disgrace of how I failed
All measures of being desirable.

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