I’m still Hers. I’m a player of luck
As a number of lovers
Luck is over… at least, now it matters quite more than it seems
As my tissue and skin are transparent and really cover
Only grievous dreams…
No blood, no flesh that my envelop was overlapping…
We are paired with Her's like the Surf pairs the sea and the shore
When the eye of a needle stares right at the ear of the Abyss
This is how I am looking at Her...
I’m whole Hers. How long, how sincerely I was believing
That it has been Her sleeve that was kindly keeping my Ace
Your perfection! Your grace!
God possesses such wonderful mimics
But still keeps poker face!!!
PokerFace
© Copyright: Александр Нерчинский, 2014
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