j’adoube

you must have thought i was
so silly,
singing, stargazing,
rambling about a
king and queen.
i know more now:
the sway of bishops,
the charge of knights,
the green stains of grass.
even though we will never play again,
i must resign.
i know more now:
you will always
 win.

catholic guilt

my dearest friend,
why do we live here
behind veiled eyes,
between jeweled lobes.
come dance with me soon
with whorled fingertips
and venturing feet.
better than stories on paper,
better than songs on the radio
that are not about
us.
it is never about us.
 
is it?