Your finger taps the bishop
rests a moment, deliberating,
before sliding the queen
your blue eyes
the crinkle at each corner
deepening as you laugh
I test moves
gently touching pieces
looking at other paths
and I return to this
lock eyes with you
a few words spewing from my soul…
21 Apr 2021 Leave a comment
in poetry Tags: checkmate, chess, falling, love, NaPoWriMo
Your finger taps the bishop
rests a moment, deliberating,
before sliding the queen
your blue eyes
the crinkle at each corner
deepening as you laugh
I test moves
gently touching pieces
looking at other paths
and I return to this
lock eyes with you