Soul Chess

Curiosity called us
for a little wickedness game,
and continental romance,
Soft soaking in the
snowflake ambience,
warm-cold alternations.
Around the corner
we exchanged glances.
The scarlet woman
strip off her black disguise,
and everybody played his part.
Soul chess with
counterfeit grief pawns
and a sanskrit utopia.
We read the terms and
rewrite them all,
to suit our fancy.
Choose the best strategy,
tactics provoking tactics.
All knights & rocks & queens,
promote your pawn to make the deal.
Smile vs. Commotion,
the arms of courtesy
deployed on the square board,
with waving carbon paper army,
rising to the fore, multiplying,
intensifying feelings.
Nakedness, the best part,
with hairless groins
and fleshy thighs.
The peekers took their hour
of enjoyment, while wise kings,
lost in long silence,
were fondling their beards,
face to face,
at the edge of the table.
We left the scene, in fever,
for a quick journey into pleasure.
Left siege towers to defend
our anonymity, and project our future
in a colorful rectangle, while
existence went on a holiday.

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