Chess (Explored)

I found this poem after I took this image. I was going for a more romantic feel with the Queen protecting her King from the white Queen, but I could not pass up sharing this poem.

 

Meet me then, within this grid,

this little wooden battlefield as equals,

as we forget our bodies to inhabit these pieces,

control these spaces, trade threats and responses,

send our thoughts out into possible positions, our eyes

imagining nothing but sweet forks and lancing fianchettoes.

We chessplayers, pretend enemies, bound to our miniature war

inexplicably & inescapably: when did we find ourselves so obsessed,

insidiously seduced to advances and exchanges, lost inside

this abyss of infinite moves, willing servants of it's rules?

 

- Rael

Done