Baylitz's Wife And A Game Of Chess Poem by Terry Collett

Baylitz's wife served you snacks and booze
while you played chess in the lounge

at the small table set aside for games
and you watched her come and go

the swaying of her hips
the well crafted thighs

beneath the dress
the way her hands held the tray

her eyes green as emeralds
searching you as she laid it down

watch your bishop
Baylitz said

but in your imagination
you were already undressing his wife

for bed letting fall her dress
and bra and underwear

of flamingo pink or soft sky blue
you've left your castle well exposed

Baylitz muttered
his fingers over the piece

waiting there to pounce
you made a protective move

and he smiled and studied the board
as his wife stood by the window looking out

your eyes moved over her frame
caught in the sun's light

imagining her beneath you
in their broad bed

her lips on your chest
ah you've sacrificed your pawn too easy

Baylitz said and swooped in
for the kill of your piece

by his black bishop
you sat back in the chair

gave a sad expression
your eyes touching his wife's soft flesh

your king's in danger
Baylitz said

and your eyes moved back to the board
and studied Baylitz's fingers

lingering murderously
but too late

he moved in for the kill
checkmate

he stated
you sighed

and looked at his wife
who pulled a face

you sat
your dream of sex and love

stilled in frozen frame
another time maybe

Baylitz said
ok

you replied
unfulfilled.