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Checkmate, Coup de grace
SHELLEY MANNE ISOLATED PAWN
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Elegant woman, she invented misfortune, relaxes, quiet park in front of her; in front of her too, the appointment arrives.
She smooths her flared, blue, wool skirt, then pushes her corn-stalky, coffee-color colored dreads, eyes -- she pushes back hair. Her appointment surprises her from behind, in silent Gucci Loafers, the only native shoe he wears.
She turns and extends her needy arm, holding her smooth hand out and without a losing moment, loosens his chess board from the his armpit.
They kiss others, then miss-kiss, three times, alternating cheeks, close, peripheral, misplaced graces, to cheek flesh faces of ancient places.
His appointment at 5 o'clock advances, his mastery remains steady.
He maneuvers her body like a Knight moves on a Pawn; paraboloid puppet without body, bare brush without shadow, Balthus' King of Cats without Doppelverabredung.
Romantic world,
here are some secrets
too good to rub or
Thrill.
Twenty-five minutes,
he sees she has
misunderstood,
uncoupling in
5 moves;
she will give 8.
She visualizes it;
2 moves,
open lane in rush hour--45 seconds.
5 moves remain
She, unduly, kills
his King.
Its benignity,
silent grace,
draw-to-win in the park.
She thinks ritual is power,
kind and merciful, theirs alone.
"Kill my King!
Not me."
says he.
Tomorrow she's killing him again,
until he understands,
"There is no Victory,
like no Victory."