Snakes, Ladders and
Love by
Heather Westra
Two pieces on the chequered board, wrapped in
pink and navy blue;
I raise my head and toss the dice, and move three spaces up to
you.
Your blue eyes warm as I approach, but when the dice again is
rolled;
You slip away and leave me there, standing in the frosty cold.
With slight remorse, I test my fate and wave to you from down
below;
And up the rungs, I climb with ease to join you on your great
plateau.
Your hand in mine, we walk the route; by only chance, we throw the
same
And with each space, a tale unfolds and sets my pulsing heart
aflame.
Enraptured in our mystic dance, we scale from here to thirty-four
And gently pass two rings of gold to boldly state our grand rapport.
With buoyant spirits we ascend, it seems the game has just begun;
But up ahead, a shaky road where we meet player number one.
The scaly serpent eyes your feet and beckons with its flicking
tongue.
Your longing eyes stare straight ahead to focus on a face so
young.
So sleek and sheen her plastic form with pointed toes of velvet
red,
You lust to feel and plummet forward; falling heels over head.
[BaSF1]My spelling checker says in Canada this should be spelled
“chequered” but that’s news to me
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