Even as I write, I sigh of your need
as shadows dance the wall in flickering flames
A tender thought of want and not of greed
as love does grow in our garden of games.

A pawn, a queen, a knight and king of court,
these pieces on a board not black and white.
Where love is many colors of all sorts
and hearts do pound in passion’s soaring flight.

A thrusting move that brings to lips a gasp
above the moans of suitors in the wings.
Where voices sing a song devoid of rasps
and every rose is flung upon the flings.

A twirl, a skip, a curtsey with a bow
as damsel eyes do glimmer in the gleam.
Their gaze that says wait but want to now
as slippers fall the grass beside the stream.

The pawn has come the board to be a king
before the rook then brings to bear the knight.
The queen does charge to thwart the waiting sting
before the game does end at low moon’s light.

CheckMate!