Gambits Of A Pawn

White silk flowed through his hands. Its smooth touch sent shivers up his arm. The material slid around his fingers and covered his hand like an expensive glove. He shuddered nervously as the intimacy increased. Growing faster moving up his arm and stroking his chest. He let the beauty cover his entire body within minutes. He felt whole and complete. Blood pulsated through his veins harder than they had ever done before. He felt his loins swell with excitement at its touch all over his unclothed body.

A few days earlier this scene would have seemed impossible to him as he saw the tiny piece of silk floating effortlessly through the air being carried by the wind. As it moved further towards him, fluttering in the breeze, it grew larger before his eyes. Its rippling body was directed at him, completely undivided attention. He looked at it and wondered whether to reach out or to just move on like he had done so many times before. This piece was special though, unlike the others. It had a sort of transcendental grace unparalleled by other cloths that had floated in his midst before.

So he reached out to it, and here he was, standing bathed in perfect white silk. But it came to an abrupt end as  he felt it slide from his skin just as smoothly as it had done not minutes before. It left him standing naked in the wind. He watched as it glided off, its shape held the identical form of his body. Its white colour seemed to be engulfed by shadow, giving it an odd greyish tinge. He wondered if his eyes were deceiving him. He blinked. The silk was white. It looked like an angel. Standing there, human in structure but without detail. A blank face, smooth with silk. It became grey again, and with a blink it was white.

He could not take a step forward for he feared it would move further away from him. He stayed planted to the floor. Humiliated in his lack of attire in this cold wind that brushed his body as it past. He could see that the silk would return to him and they would become one soon, but would the shadows take it before that could happen. He wondered. He worried.

He felt connected to this material, more connected than he had ever felt before. But this connection came at a price, the price of distance between them. So close yet impossible to reach. He longed for its smooth glide over his skin.

As he shut his eyes he wondered, would the silk be black when he opened them, or would it be its beautiful pure white just like it was when he fist laid eyes on it. He hoped for the latter, but of course there was no way to tell just to wish this silk would not compromise its colour. Just for him.