she gambles

she likes to gamble.
throw her money down on the black
jack table,
and say hit me.
she winks when she says that,
looking at me with
those brown eyes, twinkling.
she knows her cards.
counts them out,
keeps track, and knows
the odds.
but she knows when to quit
too,
when to walk away, and say
enough, i'm done.
she packs up and gets out
of there.
so glad though, that she
didn't do that with me.