the gentleman

A poem about chess and lust

You're a perfectally constructed gentleman
I am an emotional vampire
I like your manners I like your speech
I lust your talent, how it towers over mine
I can't understand Why you're sitting next to me
I don't remember, How did we meet?
You called, I didn't even know your name
You had to tell me three times
It all seemed the same
A chess game.
That's what brought us together-
Now I can remember.
I like this feeling. I like that meaning.
I lust your intelligence.
Just don't forget, I'm emotionally drained.
My brain has gone lame.
My strength was withered.
I'm stuck here in limbo,
With his name I'll remember,
And this blood that I'll savor.