Checkers

D.S. Maolalai

there's nothing much like it;
sleeping together
after you've got used
to each other's bodies,
after
your legs
no longer play against one another
like hockey sticks
chasing the puck.

there's something
restful,
like sinking
into a heated swimming pool
or feeling arms reach out
quietly in bed.

such a fine chess-game,
knowing the moves,
the click of pieces,
simple as checkers.
we both play,
respectful,
knowing
where the game is going
and early on,
how it's going to end;

neither of us
coming here to castle;
king me
and do it now.