a poem a day for a year #199

by Amy Turn Sharp


We talk with our hands wildly, there is much blush.
The drinks have left water lakes on the wooden table.
We've been here for days it seems, pulling at each other like children, like taffy.
I could be crowned the king of any midwestern Red Rover game tonight.
You could not stop me.
I would break all the arms,
the force of love is strong.
Røver is a Norwegian word for "pirate" and I can give you a smile.
There will be much love piracy tonight.
I will rob you all night long.