Playing Poker With the King of Hearts
Cold shivers run down my
spine
at the thought of you.
It seems that your hands
were created only to break
your mouth only to deceive
your eyes only to con
your words only to persuade.
Poker face, Royal Flush
Ace of Spades
King of Spades
Queen of Spades
Jack of Spades
Ten of Spades
and somewhere,
I hang in the balance.
You played me.
Your tongue interlocked with mine
and pulled me into the depths of your
soul.
Copyright © Hosea Griffith | Year Posted 2012
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