Knave of Hearts
We slipped briskly into an intimacy from which I never quite recovered.
It happened slowly, gradually. I hardly noticed it.
Like the faint scent that presages snow.
There was an intensity.
To the naked eye nothing at all.
An arithmetic of consciousness.
We might try to fool ourselves for various reasons,
but we know.
We hold back so much and follow fabricated fears instead.
But I carry around this heart,
which gives me away.
It does so every single time.
That's the type of constitution I have.
I didn't deliberately select you.
I just love, that's all.
Even if I'm scared it will burn my life to the ground.
I say it and I say it loud.
A vivid swan dive.
And then I go from there.
Because I can see the side that goes unseen
when looked at straight on,
like light through ice.
I'm synesthetic when you're around,
more than a body could know what to do with.
Whatever happened or didn't happen,
it's just that nobody else will do.
I don't need another addition to my vast collection of question marks.
I'd rather end up collateral damage on the edge of your court.
So if you want to play this deck of cards,
you can count on me next year.
You can be King of Mountains, I am Queen of Seas.