Mind games

We know that the destination will not be reached

Yet , when we speak , we create these minuscule hopes in the paintings of old memories framed with splinters of illusions

Like chalk dust , we write on the black boards of familiar scents

Toying and almost wanting to touch that which we know even by thought is forbidden

But we continue to play ...these mind games with much ardor

We seek the deliberate puns when we text
We seek the encrypted codes in our familiar kind of "french"

French it would seem to the viewing eye
How serious yet silly coded writing can be

We play and play on the borders of truth and sweet lies
Mentally ,we try to escape to that which we do not speak of

We still long for that which we have stricken from the pillars of our mortal hearts

Stricken from our lips

Stricken !!
Tearing the ligament of what was once physically , mentally and emotionally impossible but true

And we tear mentally
And we mend gently
And we speak coded
And we meet ......at the junction of general phrases or terms
Only heard are hidden meanings in "safe words "
And forbidden in the right to embrace it
for in mind games ..words intentionally hide their nakedness in the stormy overcast of doubt