Escape

Pretty whispered lies
take advantage
of the wandering mind
of a satisfied body.

Tell me your plans
for us. And tell me
you'll treasure me
for all time.

Build me up slowly
then knock it down.
I've become used
to disappointment.

I've never played chess
but the wooden horses
delight my senses
as a means to escape.

A memory of smoke
will be all he takes
into his breath
when this old rag quilt

uses drastic measures
to get out of the sugar snow.
Lace it up tighter
and I'll be on my way.