Drive off mirages

Jessica playing Chess


Jessica left the temple
For strolling around the sea-shore
The pilgrim loitering behind
Reminding Solomon.

It is not Sheba now
But Solomon following.
The sea breeze shuffled
Her curly black hairs

‘Do you play chess?’
Without turning she asked.
‘A little.’

‘How many moves
Do you need to win your king?’

He counted.
‘Four’
‘Poor’
He listened.

‘Three is more;
If you are a player lore.’

The waves went high
Rising up above the sky
Sun went down
An angry wave
Rushed pushing her
Over him.

She was on his chest now
Their eyes met to rest
The lips were close
While waves enclose.

‘Drive off mirages.’
She said stiffly.

‘Stephanie did it’

‘No, you alternate.’

His eyes questioned.

‘A variable is only variable
Not with meaning.’

Another wave threw
Her to grip firm on him.

He sensed the quest
And warmth of a plump breast.

Their lips enclosed
Brewing a meaning.

He counted within.
She won her king
In just two moves.