Rubik's Cube
Ringlets of hair overshadows,
as you intensely gaze down
with your back arched, forging a crease
enveloping the fabric of your white uniform
Your wrist swivels up, down, side by side; fingers writhing,
escorted by a swift move
Inhaling the blatant air, I feel you breathe
Scrutinizing each side of the multi-colored cube:
green, blue, white, red, orange and yellow
You continue to twist,
a pattern forming in the midst
My heart replacing the cube in between your hands;
revolving, twirling, flicking, wrenching—
seemingly playing with it
until you won with my complete heart on your grasp
Every piece under classified color—accomplished
You win
I lose.
