Red Horses

Red horses stampeding over my carefully arranged chess pawns

crushing them into insignificant clouds of dust

barely raising against gravity around the hoofs

I have spent the whole night arranging those pawns

into the darkness,

my blind eyes projected this perfect marbled board

but as the sun came out

attached to the red horses of desire,

of life and of vibrating blood,

the board revealed its true nature

there is no map, no squares,

just bare rocky fields

for us to run free

until the sunset.