Your Hand

by
Billy Dean


 

Poker ain't my game.
Oh, I know when to hold 'em or fold 'em.
and if you call my hand,
I'll lay 'em down - all of 'em.

But playing my cards against yours?
Betting I'll draw another queen?
Bluffing you into finishing a flush
Or filling a straight?

No, canasta is more suited for me:
Playing my cards into yours
And yours into mine--
Melding two hands into one.

Like yesterday,
When you laid your cards on the table--
Lucky my heart
Played straight into your hand . . .

2002
Billy Dean