You live in small rooms
like a queen
Outside, tiled roofs and alleyways,
curtains half-closed,
narrow courtyards,
choking in the night,
suspicious circumstances
I go to fight your battles
but forget to pray
and am deceived by someone nearer home
I reach for what is taken away
and so do you, pretending
you no longer care
I look for another day:
mature women in misty, broken windows
beckon me
It is a trick:
there is no way of telling who will win
I play the joker, and wait:
you play the queen
I love the queen:
I cannot resist