Her Move

Check, she says…

I look at her, and…
I do not think of her threatening queen
I do not think of her staunchly defended rooks
I do not think of her menacing elephantine bishops
Nor do I think of her armored knights
I look at her, and all I can think of is…
Mate, please mate

Author notes: https://allpoetry.com/poem/15986302-chessboard-by-cloudling.