Rook Takes Pawn
Clever you are
playing your game
you are no
common crow
However preened your plumes
blades of night to obscure
far from blind
I can see right through
to the dawn
You thought me taken
but myself I have given
I want to be your
sacrificial pawn
But do open the blind
and let the light in
I want to see you in all of your luster
as you slay me again
those little deaths*
I want more
*la petite mort
"the sensation of ****** likened to death"
25.03.18
Composed for Joseph May's
Picture This - Image 1
2nd place
Copyright © Maureen McGreavy The Insolent Rib | Year Posted 2018
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