Footsie

It was a known ground
and the rules acknowledged
It was a known battle,
the enemy only changed.

We were both trying hard
to fit the shoes we didn't try
The shoes maybe worn before
maybe strewn, sworn by.

We didn't know what to do,
but we knew what to not
We traded along on the line
of letting in and letting out.

The message was loud and clear,
The tone had to be delicate, though
For there's no fun in playing
footsie with stockings on.

Apprehensions were part-life
rest were.. hope and pray
To play the known game with new opponents
is always a grass- tad bit gray.