He studied her
as she placed the cards
upon the table.
It felt like a polygraph exam.
Could she sense his prayer
for a future of loving her?
Could she read in the cards
the desire in his body,
to place his hands upon her gentle curves,
and the anticipation in his voice?
Or, was it all a game?
She read the cards
aloud.
He already knew that he was bound to the past,
a past that carried only broken love
and broken promises.
He was, however,
a willing participant in her seduction.
He would go where she led him.
He was a budding plant,
growing towards a powerful sun,
reaching for the sky,
a boy-man,
learning to love.
The cards told him
that he had much work to do.
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