poetry

Shooting the Moon

Let’s play hearts, he suggests. But not yours, mine. 

He threw that jokers wild from the blue, never before having tipped his hand.  

I would love to know what your heart says, she replies, calling his bluff.  

My heart says you’re all mine, he reveals, going all in.   

That’s beautiful, she muses,  but is there a part that says YOU are all MINE?

 I could definitely say that, he smiles.

And she folds. 

Seven Sentences for Sunday: The 7 Random Facts About Destiny Edition

  1. I eat ice cream from a mug. It tastes better and it feels like I’m getting more.
  2. I have a strong suspicion of anyone who can’t use chopsticks.
  3. Sliding Doors and Almost Famous are my two favorite movies of all time.
  4. Writing and quoting poetry to me are a fantastic way to get to second base.
  5. Heaven forbid, if I had to choose between being deaf, blind, or mute, I’d choose mute. I already clam up around people I don’t know, so I imagine it wouldn’t be too far of a stretch. Besides, I think I’d make a really cute mime.
  6. I love being kissed on New Year’s Eve. This year I plan on being kissed with my favorite band playing in the background—double score.
  7. I’d forgotten how often you have to do things one handed when you are carrying a sleeping/nursing newborn until I went to visit my 5 week old nephew last week. Not really a point of interest, but a fact nonetheless.

I love you all, some more than others.