With each move we will write a poem. These poems will mostly be early drafts. Here goes the first move.
Chivalry
Nf3
She is an ice sculpture
under the cold light
of a dying sun.
She is a vending machine
dispensing sex,
into whom you insert
your obligations.
She is the happy ending,
without beginning,
a mute cul-de-sac.
Chivalry
Nf3
She is an ice sculpture
under the cold light
of a dying sun.
She is a vending machine
dispensing sex,
into whom you insert
your obligations.
She is the happy ending,
without beginning,
a mute cul-de-sac.
The secret of poetry is cruelty.--Jon Anderson