Saturday, November 13, 2010

Warpaint

The first time we met outside of work,
this can't be a date
I dared you to get fat with me
these kinds of things have no name
When it was clear that we weren't gaining weight
just hints of what could be
we moved on to another game

Watch
there's no difference if I win or lose
each piece
I watch your face betraying every move
while I
it’s so impossible to concentrate....
catch your queen
when every game ends with the stalest mate

We built our love on a black and white chessboard
and for six whole months stirred cocoa
with tongue swords
If you build your love on a black and white chessboard
then there’s a very good chance
that you’ll always be at war


So from all these games on all these dates
a Castleton extrapolates
a tempo set - the speed of chess,
and secrecy in every thing that we do


And if it leads to war or falls to peace
I don't think we should cut retreat
This Sunday game of sparring hearts
is waking up my sleeping parts

If you build your love on a black and white chessboard
then there's a very good chance that you'll always be at war
Yes we built our love on a black and white chessboard
as we stirred hot cocoa with six-month-long tongue swords


Then one day I came to see him painting the walls
when we ran out of things to say
we grappled our way down the hall
covered in war paint

Our lips crushed like armies
under the rule of two love-consumed enemies
Our clothes fell like thrones
to the coup of our shaking hands,
the game was thrown when we moved out of battle stance.
We fell to the floor in the throes of our war dance

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