Chessboard 's out
you move your Queen
to face my Knight
the last blackbird
is singing in the night
& the coffee's grown cold
my pawn eats
your King & you
sigh and shake your head
& show me a postcard
from Istanbul as we
decide to take a break
the summer is dying
the telephone sings
but we don't answer
Jul 18, 2015
Jul 18, 2015 at 1:16 PM UTC
Chessboard 's out
you move your Queen
to face my Knight
the last blackbird
is singing in the night
& the coffee's grown cold
my pawn eats
your King & you
sigh and shake your head
& show me a postcard
from Istanbul as we
decide to take a break
the summer is dying
the telephone sings
but we don't answer
