Released almost 2 years ago

	The haughty texture of your stare makes me want to slap that sideways grin right off of your face and onto the checkered floor. Moving diagonally through the crowd, your drawing weapon in hand. I can see you planning a quiet move. Check. It isn’t you I crave, not your body or your warmth, it’s the attention with every move you make towards me in late night texts and mid afternoon chats. Clever and intelligent, a worthy opponent and we speak in the same old fashioned shades, tongues in our own mouths and each others. Check. To keep up this façade would require patience moving pawns, rooks, and knights, to the castle that houses your heart. I will not sacrifice my position, nor will you give up your fortress, Living feeling beings can’t settle on stalemate. Zwischenschach, checkmate.