A Queen's Own Feather Bed

A Queen's Own Feather Bed

I look
at all
computer games
as somewhat
still naive,

the fact
neglect,
as naked
as ....
a lonely
winter's
leave:

while
teaching skills
to gather tools
to simply
kill a man,

the virtues
of the hunt remain
to use
induction's hand.

Consuming food
through
nourishment
relieves the beast
from hunger,

yet elder,
brooding
breeders sense
that
teleported
thunder.

For love alone
retains a queen
whose eyes
make wander
others,

yet those
she does dare
smidgen's breath,
clan closer
than dear brothers.

A game
that does not
travel so,
across emotion's
thread,

cannot more
understand
what means
a queen's own
feather bed.