Life imitates art
only half as true
as the games of light
which play over you
I asked if i might trouble
you for a smoke
we both know the trouble
doesn't lie in smoking
playing hard to get
but, I wasn't playing hard at all
We were very tired
terribly merry
two blind cigarettes
with the gulf of night before us
Stealing furtive glances
we're baited through and through,
with glasses to our lips
to obscure the view
So, draw back your lines
they bear no more casting
you were more than time
you were lasting Julio Cortazar
playing hard to get
but, I wasn't playing hard at all
Now we trace brilliant arcs
in landscapes of smoke
as sunrise fights its way to you
through slips of curtain
You led me into evening
to where we lay beside the dawn
They'll hang no frames upon us
for we are no swan
playing hard to get,
but I wasn't playing hard at all