When we danced underneath the Paschal moon,
I asked her name. Vegas, she said sincere.
With a convicting smile her face was strewn;
I held ten grand when she became my fear.
Seduced, I uttered against games of chance—
reluctant, she smiled; all I seen were lips.
I'm no casino, she said, Let us dance.
Merit was lacking, she read from a script.
She was blackjack, I lived in her embrace,
Reality mangled, she whispered fun.
Two Jacks I drew but she held king and ace.
Cards were played until, clearly, she had won.
After that day—for her—I searched the streets,
but by her hands I was left incomplete.
DannYetman
http://www.yetmanpoetry.blogspot.com/
2 comments:
hi there friend, hope you are enjoying your peace, wow this was superb, your imagery is fantastic, its like a woman gambling it can tqake hold of you and never let go, this was an awsome poem :)
great work; I enjoyed this piece very much.
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