Cards

So here you are:
All of my cards, face up on the table.
A flush of hearts,
The blush of hearts,
Red and white, defiant in their truth against green baize;
Not much of a poker face now.

I know I can’t win but I don’t want to lose
You know this.
So keep playing.
Sit back down at the card table with me
Or pick me up and lie me on it
Press those hearts like diamonds
To my back
The cracks in my soul
And play with me,
Make me precious and beautiful
Your bejewelled freak.
Be rough be ruthless in your pursuit of victory
Over me
Use your clubs to make me submit to your will but
Don’t dig a grave for my heart with your spade.
Just deal me again
Deal me again.

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