Winning

Who said, “ Winning isn’t everything.”

What a goddamn liar!

Winning is too everything.

It’s the light achieved by reunited lovers

Kissing on the fecund moors–

The heart –struggling wildly while strong arms

imprison it by a warm embrace–

It’s the bondage of a golden bracelet, the choke of a necklace

as a warm breeze soothes yet cajoles every human cell.

The apparition of a hideous face hosting a beguiling smile.

–A smugness floating high amidst the Grand Canyon

Sunning in the grandiose and defying the lowly.     

Convinced by strength of heart,

It’s the calm whipping a storm into abeyance

with brawny limbs

All the while

Sashaying around here and there,

sure footed,

Amidst tones of practiced dedication.

Captured rainbow-ed hued particles

Of sweat and indecision,

Packaged in boxes small and large.

Winning.

The Master of all.