Paper Covers Rock

If we were a game,

Our console wouldn’t need HD graphics

Dozens of handguns, grenades, or shields

We do not play deathmatches, but I yield

To you. To your clockwise quarter circle punch button

Special move.

To your T-virus busting, quick time event trigger finger

Hard pressed and pressing harder,

Making each bullet stronger

Until you’ve lost the life behind the screen

Died a million deaths, fragged a thousand more

Saved the princess and the toads at the end

Of a nine dungeon tour

Kept armies on the floor with your DPS

Beat the extra-hard computer at Windows Chess

And I have been impressed by less and less

Than this.

Love, let’s make a party.

I’ll be your elven priest

You can be the half-demon knight tank

We can play the pegs at Cracker Barrel

Black and red Checkers on the front porch at home

When your constitution gets low,

I’ll cast ‘Dinner and a Night Alone.’

You’ve always been too tough to cut into

But I know you’re not made of stone.

When we first met,

I covered up your rocky edges
With my flat-hand paper.
They wonder how the surly rock
Could ever be beaten by a wind-blown sheet
But I know for a fact
The rock writes with sediment
Outside the paper's wrapping lines

Until his jagged bones are smooth again,

The paper has a few prideful holes,

And they can love.

Without any clear victor.