This is our game

This is our game,
the world outside
does not know our rules,
we are strangers,
wanderers in search
of intoxication.
I play amongst my fantasy
and hope, foolish,
and you talk,
you laugh and your lips invite
to renew a taste
always new
but in your eyes
there is no desire,
all is vanity,
and my carelessness
before your stubborn beauty
weighs a little bitter.