Rules

A conversation avoided

a tale of two cities

of two citizens

of a brave new world.

Two lives

two flags

two sexes

two bags

filled with layers

and rings and burl.

Stuck in a moment

in the fog of a war

between modernity

and the urge to mate

is a space that is constant

in dimension or distance

but not in constancy

connubiality

or fate.

A frozen curtsey

a stilted salute

and intimacy

is vacuous

and vacant.

While we play by the rules

Eros arrows the fools

who are coy, constrained

or complacent.