Tonight

Game is over long ago not.

The leftover pawns lying

Lifeless scattered on boxes.

The moon full hazed by cloud

Cast shadows crisscrossed.

Thoughts all disintegrated.

Your shape of face, Rupai,

I can see I can feel

As when it used to be in palms–

Of mine while our lips entwined.

Game is over long ago not.

A current subtle flowing ‘ween pieces

And the pawns like breathing.

Tonight I will dream of you, Rupai,

Not the death ’cause it’ll not come

Unless you permit it to come…

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