Liar’s Poker
You were staring
through the window
last night
(3 AM – morning, really)
into a sky so black
I could barely see
your silhouette.
“Come back to bed,”
I offered.
“Can’t sleep”
you whispered
still staring at
invisible distances,
your nudity framed
in the window sash:
Eve on the first night.
“Come,” I asked
reaching into darkness
until I felt you
and you fell to me
wide eyed, burrowing
against my shoulder
“Will you ever go?”
“Probably”, I laughed,
then you did
falling back into bed.
“Stay forever.”
“No,
just an eon or two,
but not eternity –
you’d tire of me.”
She laughed: “Never!”
Because now
it was her turn.
