Shell Chess

I watched you play shell chess
the soft rabbit    
of your face      
studying      
the game of cups and balls      
composure      
your thimblerigs      
of understanding      
     
the decoy ducks      
you set to float      
outside the blind      
your shotgun      
of concerned cool      
to camouflage your naked form      
     
I  see
     
your  fascination flexed      
and etched politely      
in the glass      
between your magic      
the mechanical gypsy      
in a booth      
came to life      
with machinations of      
care and foretelling      
and      
something happened      
in my chest      
I suppose it is love