By RC deWinter
showdown
lucky in card unlucky in love
so old cardsharks say
the inverse isn't true
i play the hands i'm dealt
eights and aces
at the table and in love
so ante up you brash bold gamblers
i'll raise you every time
i’m the great dissembler
prepare to lose your shirts
my heart a poker face
cards close to the chest is my new game
i've given it away too many times
and learned the hard way not to smile
tabula rasa
pitch black eyes closed supine in a barren field waiting for the dragon of dreams nose open for the smoketang of singed stardust ears pricked for the great whoosh of leather wings craving the sharp but welcome spike of a talon lifting me away to where everything is possible i need to be there in the night for i've forgotten how to dream in daylight…
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