Chrysogonus #39 - a gamer's date

A gamer date

red flashes from the telly

almost crimson, bright

eating up dim yellow light

from the standing lamp

at the corner of this room

my fingers moved and danced

from one button to another

a gamepad damp from sweat

slippery, my fingers slid

trying to regain control

there I was, a puppet master

and his electronic marionette

fingers too slow to transmit

frantic signals from the brain

my ninja kissed the ground

another hit and I screamed

my puppet too from the screen

my eyes opened wide

my nose stopped breathing

how do I do this?

my shoulder felt heavy

his head lying down  

his fingers on his gamepad

sliding in grace, such elegance

in serenity, he beat me

my gamepad touched the floor

as my ninja lay lifeless

on screen, a blanket of blood

a raucous laughter

with slaughter

a pat on my head

a whisper on my ears

his voice calm and gentle

the carnage did not change it

are you okay?  

my head on his chest, nestled

in my ears, soothing beating of his heart

in my eyes, a rotting ninja corpse