I let him disfigure and dismantle me in disguise.
I let him enter my mind and tear me apart with his eyes.
There’s no turning back when someone digs hard.
His voice rings in my ears as he shuffles the cards.
We all love that sound of the King and Queen at play.
The one where they dance around lies as if to say,
“I’ve known you forever and I see right through;
There’s nothing to hide in this deck from you.”
There should be a muse in his hand, shuffled within;
A King and his poet, living in sin.