A Game of Cards

Can love be a game?

Her sea green skirt flowing up and out
His eyes lingering here and there,
Cards on the table carelessly strewn
Just like the leaves in her tousled hair.

His mind racing with thoughts unsaid
If only he could somehow find,
And tie the end of the runaway thread,
It would all be better defined.

Sitting quietly, stringing a hair or two
She finally said what she had wanted to:
'The game of love is like a twin, 
Of a poker game with a swig of gin.'

'Bring out the Hearts
And form a Club
Dig deep with our glorious Spades
Find Diamonds, perhaps with happiness?
Or revel with Hearts cut through by blades.'

To this he said,
'M'sweet, I fear somewhat
That tale of bloody broken Hearts
And so, perhaps, lets rather not.
I'd kiss you more, than be dead. 
Come, lets play with cards instead.'

Reviews

[hardluckbaby]

Very nice poem!

'Bring out the Hearts
And form a Club
Dig deep with our glorious Spades
Find Diamonds, perhaps with happiness?
Or revel with Hearts cut through by blades.'

These words captivated me. I enjoyed this write & the flow. A write very well done!

[Elena]

I like the comparisons here! Sometimes it seems like the flow is a bit choppy due to the rhymes (like "If only he could somehow find/And tie the end of the runaway thread,/It would all be better defined. - it just feels very abrupt). It's quite clever though; I enjoyed reading it. :)