A night thought
touches you shifting your checkered bedspread
dangling from the pillow
your side fringe
you wrote on the cover
words
incomplete crossword
of experience and fictions
you search the kingfather 
or the fable
You Are Surrounded By or the fable wood carvings bone
will never see you through
I try to orient myself on the checkerboard
But this skein of sleep and rhymes
makes me oscillating in love bellyache
then it tautens like a circus trapeze net
catapulting me in air pocket
above
to fall back on your breasts
the only relief of a flat world
no risk no dream
a pawn is a pawn
a queen is the queen
and the table is a scheme dependent on you
don't deny
you love eating black and white squares
I am a transparent walker-on
in your closed fantasies
so sleep sweetheart
don't think of me
pawns dream of queenies
whereas
punctually
the queen dreams of herself
checkmate.
Copyright © 2010 Gianmarco Galuppo
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