Rock-Paper-Scissor [free verse]

When we were in school, they taught us to play

Rock-Paper-Scissor. They instructed us

to fold, unfold and display. The same game

I now play in quite different milieu.

It's now gloved and oiled that my fingers twist,

that my thumb touches the rim round your wrist,

And it's with fingered Rock-Paper-Scissor

that I now pierce into you, knowingly,

having been a child quick to learn the game.

I often think of Rock-Paper-Scissor.

Not only during our endless morning-

evening frolics, not only when I want

to penetrate you, go still deeper to

find the vulnerability in you;

I also think of Rock-Paper-Scissor

when we play the sadomasochistic

game of love; after I come in you with

my hands: when you flatten my heart under

your rock and I cut yours with a scissored

heart. I hear fingered blades chop, slice, slit, mince

in me; my paper heart crumbles like an

aluminum foil that wriggles and tears:

crisped crusted crushed: Rock-Paper-Scissor-Heart.