Chess Poem by Ratha Hou

Quite brilliant, her moves were
Lustful look but a face with regret
Her intentions are demanded, her request
Her presence here, I'm blessed

Close quarters, and few encounters
I lay alone with every last breath
Like asthma, i need to breathe
Without her, i am unable to succeed

Growing eager, i become impatient
Without hesitation, I become stationed
Immobile, i will not move
This is her game, obey the rules.