Drop Me Dead, Gorgeous

Just drop me dead, gorgeous. It’s the last thing left to do. The constant lull of your beauty never leaves. Where are you? You’ve left the chess board but you never stopped moving me. But it is time to say check, now–and I am the last king cornered–funny how the knights move in L’s. Knock me down hard blue eyes, because I believe in checkmate. --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/nakedpoetry/support