Our Playgame Poem by Zyw Zywa

You restrain your desire
for other women with wigs

and clothes that you give me
at home to unpack before dinner

restlessly pleased
with my hesitation

to pick up the game
that you have in your head

and to discover
who else I am

apart from your first love
that I still know well

from a past life full
of expectations and the happiness

to be with you, sure
to sleep safely with you

and I would like to know
if I am still her

and you the man I wanted
to marry, your eagerness

and sweet nice words
that have to come to sound like deceit