PAWN

I am a pawn.  Sometimes black and sometimes white.  Never do I have a choice.  My color is always selected and determined by his forefinger and thumb.  I sit upon my felt bottom waiting to be told what to do.  He teases the nub on my head, twirling and twisting me in disorienting directions.  I tilt, I sway, but only when prodded to do so.  He teases me with false moves, making me expectant and jerking me back to sit and wait.  He covers my eyes so I cannot see what he is thinking, but I can feel it through the energy in his fingertips.  I am bound to his touch and he to my obedience.  I am a pawn.