I am afraid to get distracted from my chess –
your lips are an infinite well of calling

I want to turn these moves over in my mind
but you are there whipping up fun with your tongue

Even as I try to populate my thoughts with Knights and Queens
your toes are prancing up to me and saying hello

I want to wander about in Ruy Lopez variants
but somehow we’re breaking it down to Cold War

I will hop around on 64 black and white squares
and you will pout at me most adorably

And I don’t mean to complain:
I love this game we play.