We sit across a tiny table.
Passing the time by passing our intellect back and forth,
Yet both keeping secrets hidden away.
I can read it on your face, though.
Though you try to hide it,
I can always see right through you.
We are no longer at an impasse,
But you don't want me to know that until you are ready.
All of this is checkered across your face.
I sit in wait for you to make your move,
To reach out and take your queen.
I am always waiting for you,
In this endless game.
Your gaze raises and grasps mine.
You lick the lips of your gaping mouth,
You lean forward and say,
"Oh is it my turn?"
That was the longest game of chess that I have ever played.
