GOODNIGHT MOVES
a game
of structure
and sequence, could
not be more linear
but everymove
of yours
ends up
in checkmate
those knights
working hand in glove
with their
Queen;
Lancelot-Guinevere
complicity in everything
L there
not for
“love”
certainly not
for “learner”
and me
with the foresight
of a pawn
watching front,
back and centre
overlooking
the diagonals
outflanked, double
enveloped
shanked
in the rear
your game a brutal
thing of beauty
seemingly all
of the cuff but
some inner mathematics
lies at
the heart of
such execution tapidly realised
planning (you
could figure
it out
naked
could play it blindfold)
and me
back in my box
my crypt of a crib
such great
goodnight that’s all
see you
in another life moves
hit
queenside, kingside, by
file, by rank
mastermind mistress
at the heart
of everything
pulling all the strings
dominating ftom
the centre (and
oh
what
a centre!)
every opening in
the book
sheer innuendo!
what
ecstasy to
one day
win
when every
loss such a pleasure.