Cheaters, Hunters, and Spies

You and I, players of life
Cheaters of common belief
Dogging our paths, rumors are rife
That we thrive
On mischief.

I mold ugliness
Into holiness
You laugh at pain
And cry in happiness.

I am a hunter on the look
Chasseur aux aguets
You are my willing prey
A queen disguising as rook.

How obvious the unpredictable
How fragile the indestructible
You, Prey and Temptress, seduce me
With defiance of the impossible.

I spy on your secret desires
And find myself bogged in mires
In the labyrinth of contradictions
Where the hunter’s arrow
Finds not your heart, but your shadow.

Drunken Poet