The Divine Chess PieceA Poem by Ayla AutomaticA playful few verses for a man I adore.
He is a divine chess piece
Classier than poker; A handsome bit of stock to keep around Even when the chips are down. A kind of the quality you wouldn't mind just trying Feeling it around on the inside of your cheeks loll around on the tongue to let the flavor sink. The kind of quality you'd never have to see again One bite and muscle memory congeals so fast and molds so strong you'd never need to. I. Wanted. A. Bite. He is the elegance of dark chocolate With the intrigue of mint A little playful, comforting milk cacao and a hint of dark cherry. A deep late-night radio voice that could lull And undress. Though, the inside of his skull was what I liked best. He spoke to clouds like they could actually listen; his mind weaving and mouth seaming Endless twinds of rhythym and rhyme My heart began calling him a paragon of paradigm, After a time. But of course, The girl who has everything always want what isn't hers. And he wasn't mine, he was hers. Which I could stand, because after all, I'd never want to spoil an image so grand. I can appreciate beauty without making it my duty to ground him solely to Earthly things By daring to touch those handsome wings. At any rate She took great pains to keep him irritatingly close No more than a yard's breadth away. It amuses me how such a free spirit could be kept in such a cage But eventually he, like all the others Will someday settle for one like their mothers And God forbid that isn't me. I'm off to see new things, you see I love to be witness to the presence of divine Art But I'll be damned if I can't be a part Of a man whose womanly shackles subdue him. Sin, you see, is a funny little thing Years of bad karma it will surely bring And if I were her, keeper of a man so divine I would do almost anything to be sure he stayed mine. So, no blame I'll put on her feminine frame But I'll still pine, for that's the name of the game. © 2010 Ayla Automatic |
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1 Review Added on February 8, 2010 Last Updated on February 8, 2010 AuthorAyla AutomaticWishes she doesn't reside in, GAAboutI'm an Ayla, and that's all that truly need be said. more..Writing
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