He let her make the first move.
She touches the pawn of the Queen.
And he chooses the  knight of the King.
Clear choices.
Known position.
At least at the beginning.
Only two relevant moves.
The key stone and the duty.
Both are ready to be more close
even if they are already together.
No chessboard.
Only minds on the same place.
Her face is open.
His eyes are closed.
Her smile is a piece of beauty.
His mouth, a kiss.
They continue it so slowly
that someone could believe
that they are immobile.
But the truth is different.
She can feel every one of his moves.
He watches her thoughts.
The desire of fire becomes
the passion of light.