squares of black and white

(poetry in motion)

She slams her pieces, like a boy

He thinks his moves, like a warrior

He is wizened, she is brazen.

A strange combination.

Basically, they are dancing on the chess board.

It is a cover for their chemistry,

Their attraction.

When he takes her rook, he does it gently, overpoweringly.

When she takes his bishop and his pawn, she teases with every punch, deciding when and when not to look towards his eyes.

Neither of them cover their lashes, or their pupils.

They are not trying to win that way.

Pawns push, Pawns try to pass, pawns block.

A web of sorts is drawn on the board.

Their fingers touch.

An accident?

Neither one wants to make it to checkmate.

They much prefer a draw.

There are no kings on this board.

Only dancers, riding horses.