One can never be sure

that one's thoughts are one's own.

One never knows

how insidious the night time

behind the eyes can grow.

If you stare into shadows

then surely the shadows

know you just as well as

any lover you've ever

kissed on a cold night,

or lusted for from afar.

Two can play games, not

always the same,

but one never knows

if they are dealing

or playing; winning or bluffing.