a warm deck

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always one to ride a hot hand
young and my guns were slinging
bullet girls crawling
in the bedroom window
leaving boyfriends
calling out to lonely dial tones
through the trees
taking their clothes off
dancing freely with me
into the small hours

under the street lights
steaming windows
under van gogh stars
listening to the same songs
all night long
making the world right
when no one was looking
with nervous hands
and melt the moon kisses

these are things that happen
to the wild and willing
these are things that happen
when you bet the farm every hand
and i was always one

to keep the deck warm

 

 

Words and Image: B. Reeves

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2 comments

  1. Jacob C. Edwards · December 13, 2016

    “And I was always one to keep the deck warm”

    Chilling and comforting at the same time. By this line everything has its place. Great ending to a great poem

    Liked by 1 person

    • B · December 13, 2016

      Very cool to say. Thanks for reading and saying so 🙂

      Liked by 1 person

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