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?