The New Romance

A touch of the leg, a brush of the hand and I’m sure that I’m just a pawn in a move that breaks every rule of every game that we’ve made but who’s for rules because the joy is in the breaking out of the noise that ended you last time and who’s to say(?) such a double-edged play might end with you in or near my bed or at least leave you feeling less dead than the night when loneliness put a bullet through you.