are you a poet,
a writer by design?
your practiced craft
what did you call it,
a game?
with elaborate execution
you move your pieces;
rook and pawn
lips, eyes and your
unquestionably perfect hair.
well i have news
i forfeit.
conceited victory is sour on
your pursed lips,
isn't it?
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That you noted lip, eyes and unquestionably perfect hair
is victory enough, and not sour
my trailing skirts caught you in their web, denying and decrying
you lifted your head from scribbling metaphors to sense my scent
I need no more
check
and mate?
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