I look at my hand. You look at yours.

We look at each other over our fan of cards.

A sip from my drink. Pull on your cigarette.

Narrow my eyes and ask you

“How much are you willing to bet?”

It’s all a game

and everyone must play.

And with the winning cards

you’ll be in the ground someday, soon.

I always bet everything.

Will you match my stake?

You better think of what you’ve got to lose

while I think what I could make.

The light swings gently above us

and the hours go slipping by.

“Hit me” you say. I turn over the ace.

Will you love me till I die?