Checkmate

A night thought
touches you
shifting your chequered bedspread
dangling from the pillow
your side fringe

on the cover
you wrote words
incomplete crossword
of experience and fictions
you search the kingfather
or the fable
you are surrounded by
wood bone carvings
will never see through you

I try to orient myself
on the checkerboard
but this skein of sleep and rhymes
makes me oscillating in love bellyache
then it tautens like a circus trapeze net
catapulting me in air pocket
above

to fall back on your breasts
the only relief of a flat world
no risk no dream
a pawn is a pawn
a queen is the queen
and the table is a scheme dependent on you
don't deny
you love eating black and white squares
I am a transparent walker-on
in your closed fantasies

so sleep sweetheart
don't think of me
pawns dream of queenies
whereas
punctually
the queen dreams of herself

checkmate.