remember

greedy, dare i say.
the betting was done.
the cards flowed out of the table,
and the flesh started to turn red.
a kiss was not expected.
just the natural flow of life at it's peak.
she had won the hand, but he had his first chance.
the colour of the wine was suitable for the occasion.
he was shivering when she touched his face.
the rest was for the room to know,
and us to find out.
indeed, they fucked.
there is no term to picture it, but glorious.
but the ends to the means,
the hands,
the shapes,
the blood.
confusion
lonelyness swept
and greed.