The Player Poem by marivic rosario

You sometimes console, sometimes pester
So passionate now yet indifferent later
Fond affection had been displayed ever
Still the closeness has never been better.

Comfort and relief you thought I could always bring
Had often brought you close, around and near
A common view which is not the usual thing
When your spirit and mind is fine and clear.

A dubious concern is what you ever share
A sound care is all that I long but rare
Vexatious games you pleasurably play with dare
Frisky shows a few of us can endure and bare.

While I was in your wishful, yearning mind
Somebody else in your spellbind heart
Fitful, fickle emotions you may ever find
Merely you had hardly oppressed from the very start.

(09/17/09)