The basis of all lasting loves is, of course,
The sense of danger.
I place my piece on the checkered board,
You cast your wager;
Keep me on my toes, poised in position
For a moment’s threat,
Held tight in the throes of anticipation,
A grasping breath.
And so, I treat you as my one
Nemesis; and like all true
Nemeses, I dedicate my soul,
My waking life to you.
Sparring partner, my opponent.
I stake my claim,
For all I am, every waking moment
In our lovers’ game.
I second-guess you, test my chances
As a doubter
Too wary not throw spilt salt behind
His own left shoulder;
A grown man who still dare not glance
In a darkened room,
Held by your menace, there; thrilled by
Your next move.
For Blair. Keep me on my toes.
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