By  BLUE
Date: 23 May 2000

Check and Mate

  I felt the aura of presence
  Wrapped as arms around myself,
  All senses brought to pinpoint
  As intensity stalked my halls.

  His skin spoke in palest tones,
  With firm but silken textures;
  And love came ever directly
  Through eyes full, bright and deep.

  The voice was honest, willing,
  Ever Eloquent of mood;
  While magic marched in cadence
  With but the slightest demur.

  Shared thought flowed in equal measure
  Gentle moments of common cause,
  When fancy became in an instant
  A cradle safe and sure.

             (C) BLUE April, 2000