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By darwin Date: 2003 Sep 12 Comment on this Work [[2003.09.12.08.44.23977]] |
| We played over chess and twilight. We sat where the lights were low, and the sky was falling soft with night outside. The sudden chill of autumn was painting the season. I had decided to draw my hair back that night, the occasional strand falling to brush my face. The coolness of the air fainting across my cheeks, pink with anticipation. He brought a glass of wine for himself and a steaming cup of tea for me. He was tall and unreadable, life's fortune in his eyes. I wanted him to checkmate me; I wanted to fall into him. It wasn't the rise and fall of my eyelashes, my thoughts on seduction. It wasn't the fact I had gone without a bra that night. My skin aware with every trespass of air against me. But I needed to prove that he could be mine. I wanted to feel his body just as I felt the warmth of tea as it slid down my throat. Just as I felt the cool plastic of the knight under my fingers. I couldn't read his eyes, dark in the softened light. Perhaps it was his intensity that made me feel bold. Knowing that he was teaching me chess, that I was his student suddenly, vulnerable as I was. He said that I played chess as if I had been playing for years. Truth is, I had been playing chess for years. Then he had my queen, and soon he had me. |