the chessboard game

my mind is philed with chessboard of lovers,
pawn to pawn, each makes its moves
targeted. watchful eyes stare, they
place order on the stressed fingers,
forgetting how their forceful move
push some pieces out of the picture,
although defeated, the game
continues, and the battle lasts
on all fields of kings and queens,
a fat pig won’t give in
with a fair ant marching its band
underground.