Checkmate

11-11-14

Derailed, lost in the tracks
I know it’s already a checkmate
but I don’t want to reset the pieces.

I want to see the queen
cornering my last piece.
Yes, I am the king,
she is the queen.

She is ivory, I am ebony.
She will never be mine.

With all the rooks, bishops, knights,
and her king standing beside her-
I stand across them, looking at her,
awaiting my fateful demise.

I am the only piece.
No queen, no pawn.

But I won’t back down
for it’s the checkmates
I am looking for.

In front of her,
with nowhere else to go,
I know it’s the closest I can be
for me to be her own.