A KING AND A QUEEN

Assorted masks on the floor of reality
when lovers look at them...they pick
that is why...
I cry when I want to smile
smile when I need to cry
make a face each moment
and blush furiously when you make them
the games...our games

I will call you names
when I want to whisper comfort to you
turn to coldness
when I really need your warmth
run away
while wistfully wanting to stay forever
call you in the morning
with the hope you will call at twilight
to make fire on our beautiful hearth

Only those rare moments
that I come out of the shell
hoping you will accept the reality
hold it and hug it in your arms
but I find out you are casting a dice
starting a game while I end mine
becoming a poker face in a casino
and I am worried sick to be lucky

Now we are consumed by intrigue of love
seeking freedom with inaccurate calculations
a bubbling bottle of champagne tightly shut
all we do is make ripples
while treasure shimmers bored by our attention
at the floor of the pool
let stop..we are on the same side
on the chessboard
a king and a queen

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