Double Jeopardy

A man sits as many risks as he runs. - Thoreau

our love a tragedy

never able to find the missing key

victim of leather lethargy

nefarious lechery

on pillows so seemingly feathery

together with your uncanny telepathy

you couldn't just leave it be

"whatever", you would rollover and say to me

when will you ever see

you wasted my time and energy

singing the same old, lame, outdated melody

over-salted nunchucks of celery your weaponry

your kisses always tasting peppery

cleverly practicing covert treachery

wherever we might be

in need of an intercessory

caught in this sick, twisted, losing round of

double jeopardy