The Game
I want to fall in love.
Matter of Time is playing softly in the background.
I want him to decorate his nest,
puff out his chest,
howl at the moon
in the wake of my sweet perfume.
Play the game with me. He will.
I don't make a sound. It's always circling 'round.
It's a matter of time.
We will roll beneath the sky
in the clover and dandelions.
He knows I'll be by.
It's a matter of time.
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