You play this game of cards like you're playing with my heart. A suspicious glint in your eyes tells me you know you've already won.
But darling, I have always been your queen.
I rule in your dreams, late at night, when you can no longer control your thoughts of everything that drips in the smallest of sensations that explode whenever you trace your fingers along my skin. Poppies erupt into garlands following your trail down my arm, and you almost think to tell me I'm beautiful. Everything we share turns blood red beneath this sharp silence.
I have been waiting for far too long.
Something is rising from under every word you've spoken, every thought you've tried to hide. Even from here, where I am stuck between some distant threshold that sings me the future, and makes sense of the past, I can feel it boiling over. Everything, my love, is about to change.
