Love Poem: Pawns of Love

Pawns of Love

Across my bubbly cheeks
your thoughts were warm 
like an arid wind, being exhaled 
out of youthful necessity  
from the core of Mother Earth

And all days’ aches gone
into a fourteen lines of gold 
as the morning rises up

But then-- it seemed, as if you were 
eager to hear the sound of deafening silence 
when I offered you my apple heart

And why was I so eager 
to share the paradigm of my being 
when I felt that you were not 
ready to become my concluding couplet
of a Shakespearean sonnet