Diane Hine (25 July 1956)

Received and given, preening doves
in courtship sway, they play for love.

Children bouncing balls off walls,
a ricochet they play for love.

Sculptors stories live in folds
of molded clay they play for love.

Gamblers stake to make or break
in rash parley they play for love.

Newlyweds on feather beds
in hideaways, they play for love.

Chiropractors whack the cracks
on vertebrae they play for love.

Glissandi slip from fingertips,
a strummed segue they play for love.

Scrabble rivals settle scores
in worded fray they play for love.

Shady names inflame with games
in sobriquet, they play for love.

Players love and lovers play
I love to play, I play for love.