all my cards
are on the table.
I've pushed everything in
to the middle,
the cash, the coins,
the gold watch.
that's my heart
too, beating on a silver
platter.
i call
and turn
them over, then
wait for you
to show me what you got.
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Now this is a love poem I could get behind.
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