Chess: A tango of lost souls

You move. I watch.

I move and you absorb me.

Attention to detail, thinking three steps ahead.

You tempt me, analyze me.

You wonder if I can keep up.

I keep my cards hidden, show what I have when I must.

You're impressed.

You want more.

We move to the rhythm of the music, step by step, beat by beat.

Strategy, thought and conflict.

We collide and lose something.

Maybe a fear, a mindless infraction.

You come closer. A state of upheaval.

A move too soon, a clear mistake.

A step too far, I miss you.

We're nothing more than two lost souls finding ourselves with every move.

The song comes to an end.

Everyone is gone. Just you and I.

I crave your touch once more, yet, I let go.

One of us must walk away.

Check mate.

Breathe

I think about this a lot.

Breathe.

What I want and how to go about getting it.

The stress, the anxiety.

The giddiness that follows.

Emotions everywhere.

I’ve waited so long.

They tell me to breathe.

One, two, three, four, inhale.

Breathe.

You’re exactly where you’re supposed to be.

Or so they say.

One thought after another.

One worry after the other.

BREATHE.

Let it all fall into place.

Exhale.

You’re okay.

Unfinished thoughts

Yell at me, do anything

But don’t leave me hanging.

Don’t give me that silent treatment, that I keep on getting.

Be real with me, communicate.

Stop hiding behind a mask.

A touch of sin is all I ask.