A subtle swindle
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1 min readJan 18, 2016
Fingers that tip shiver
a halt
she trembles
Lips that blow breeze
a breather
she frowns
Eyes that wire lust
a whisper
she teeters
She tries not to yield
the other defers
Amid the surrender
the breath of respite
The hands that shake firm
a pause
she elicits:
— We should grab a drink sometime.
— Certainly. Let’s just agree not to talk about chess.