it feels like it's just you and i;
four knights, two kings,
and two queens
on the edge of the match.

two teams of darkness and light
trapped inside four walls
enveloped in white noise and
the rush of blood through green-blue veins.

time stands still when you are close
and my heart still races
minutes after you make a move
that pushes me closer to my downfall.

i wait with bated breath.
i wait.
and i wait.

you make a move:
"checkmate."