Poetry - The Waiting Game

the waiting game slips
from one couple to the next
leering certainly

until they aren't couples;
they are one, singular couple

relationships melting into
a spectrum of color,
mingling blurry hot and cold

waiting, the game is not partial
to any one person, but all persons

divides created by
misunderstood calculations
of opposing gender

she waits, he doesn't notice
until me time becomes my time

replacing our time

the game never claimed
its rules' fairness, only that
it repeat the roll of the dice

each time, each couple
lucky snake eyes