Playing Me

I made a movie 
of your hands
touching the keys,
playing my piano.

you were amused
that I’d do this,
and asked me why.

I lied to you
and fooled you 
into believing I
just wanted to learn
how to play 
what you were playing.

The truth is
I made a movie
because I loved 
how you touched
those keys
and me

but I knew you
were playing me
for a fool
while you were 
playing my piano
and touching me

and I knew me
even better

I’m no fool
and although I loved 
being with you
while you touched 
those keys
and me

I knew well enough
I wouldn’t let you
keep touching
and playing either of us
for long.

~ cj 2012.06.30

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