She and I
upon a chequered floor
of do's and don'ts
(a chessboard) .
Her pawns
making my queen
dance (violating customs) .
Staring on board;
an array of alternate squares.
Watching her feet,
searching for angst
in her toes,
stealing, a hint;
what will be her next
move?
She, calm as an eye of a tornado,
ready to destroy,
and I, a voyager without a lifeboat.
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