word games

word games
should not be played
when more urgent matters
are vying for one’s attention –
like sex.

[1:29 PM]
Under the category of “TMI”…

Those who know me in RealLifeTM know that I am rarely serious at face value. (I know, my poetry doesn’t give that impression. As I’ve referenced before, masks and all.) Last night, I had a blow up with my cable company early on over their apparent inability to fulfill service, and then Ayeka and I repaired off to the bedroom for dinner in front of the television (which was, remarkably, working over the same cable connection) and some quiet time together.

I don’t even remember what quite provoked it in the afterglow. Something came up vaguely “Green Eggs and Ham”ish, and we were off to the races with really bad takes on Dr. Seuss at first, all of them having to do with sex. Which was fine while it fit the format. (“I can do you on a boat / I can do you like a goat”, etc). And then it went further afield, as if seeing if one of us could outdo the other, just trying to keep it rhyming as we went into increasingly deviant kinks, before both of us were tied up in fits of laughter.

Now, I’m all for comedy as much as the next person (and I was certainly the instigator in this debacle), but… yeah.

Just sick, scary and twisted.