Yes of course the spiritual and emotional is the game but…
Playing With the Waves
Have you played that game along the beach, when you couldn’t or didn’t wish to get wet?
You follow the surf as it recedes, as far as possibly, you ride its heels.
Then you run back, giddy and frantic, wonder if you tempted too far this time.
Everyone ever plays the same, we don’t stop until the tide has caught us.
This is the same rhythm upon men that women tempt our unrelenting hunt.
Judge me for ever messing around with married women?
Is it all on me to keep everyone on track morally?
How about these husbands who went all out to get them,
and selfishly took on more than they could ever make happy?
I held back while these guys took too little care with their promises –
bowed out when not ready – knew a girl enough to know I wasn’t it.
Husband knew too that he wasn’t good enough, or fucking should have,
So don’t judge me for being part of how she manages to endure him.