Her hand cups reverent the ivory piece
Its shadow large above the board
Where looms her haloed knight gallant
Castle for protection
And she poises for attack.
He lets his eyes survey the field
Not below but in her face
He reads a hint of proud belligerence
Ebony pawn
He shifts one forward.
She reads his movements, his hands deliberate
A tiger waiting between the vines
She dares to reveal her plan and moves
Queen biting
She blunders ahead.
He, a weathered fisherman smiles
Knowing well, he sacrifices bait
And lures in the passionate soul
Pawns discreet
He counts the time.
She strikes fast with soul intent
Adrenaline blinds her quick-thinking mind
Her eyes only see what they wish to reflect
King exposed
She follows the trap.
He, knowing well the fate of the board
Wonders what he has taught her to do
His smile does not reach up to his eyes
Lovely queen doomed
All innocence too.
