Game of Chess.

Let’s play…

We are dancing around the board;

I’m on a black square, you’ve found the white.

You say it’s fine if I hurt you—

I hope that is true because I might.

There’s a knight standing beside me,

And a bishop that beckons you still.

Perhaps we should cut this game short;

By now, we both should have had our fill.

You suggest we let this play out,

And because I don’t want it to end,

I’m willing to finish this round—

Although it’s torture, I won’t pretend.

The pieces are all out of whack;

We are playing a game we can’t win.

But we’re dancing around the board,

And I just want one last little spin.

Checkmate is mine for the taking,

But I want this sick game to go on.

You have made me feel like a Queen,

Though I’m probably only a pawn.

Perhaps you weren’t clear on the rules,

Or thought it was alright to cheat.

My strategy has been all wrong;

The force will knock us off of our feet.

This has cost us both far too much,

But somehow I do not love you less.

We should never have dared to play

Such a goddamn twisted game of chess.

Naught but This City

I slip on my ripped up tee-shirt,

Covering last night’s bruises.

I face grey eyes in the mirror,

Rimmed with dark purple splotches.

Sissy gives me a hug goodbye,

And we head our separate ways;

The heat is stifling and thick;

Georgia and her sweet revenge.

I do my time in the jail-cell,

Taking each word in slowly.

They congest my mouth with paper,

Fill my throbbing veins with ink.

I puke out the information

And purge facts from my insides.

The walk home is long and fetid;

The air smells of loss and piss.

I pass poor and rich folk alike,

Bound to naught but this city.

When I get back home he’s angry,

And I feel his swinging fist;

Sissy cowers in the kitchen–

Not the first time, but she’s scared.

I take it like the times before–

Better to accept the pain;

At least then he won’t hurt Sissy

And we can both stay alive.

Next morning I put on my shirt,

And cover last night’s bruises.

Today they’ll fill my veins with ink,

Tonight he’ll hit me again.

I look at myself in the glass,

See the grey eyes rimmed with red.

Beside a fresh bruise is a grin;

For I have one thing they don’t:

Love.

A Single Moment

“I love you”

I used to doubt those words,

Like I doubted true love

And all the bright, happy things

That came along with it.

But with you here beside me,

I finally feel

Like I can let go of the hurt

And the pain I’ve gone through.

You heal me with your touch

And lift me with your kiss.

You are a special kind

Of beautiful

That takes my breath away.

You break the shadows

With your cheery smile,

And take the grief

Out of my weary eyes.

When I am with you,

I feel as light as air.

Like I could fly away

And lie in the clouds,

Without the fear of falling

Or breaking my heart.

You keep me anchored;

You give me a home

And a person to love

And a reason to live.

You are a million reasons

Why I wake up happy,

Why I smile and why I laugh.

Six months ago,

I didn’t believe in true love,

Happy-ever-after,

Or love at first sight.

But in a single moment,

You have swept away the hurt

And replaced it with a love

So pure and so deep

That I find myself believing.