Jacks fluttered wildly
with their pomp and circumstance.
Kings at each corner.
Queens at each access,
overseeing the construction.
The clubs checked the munitions
while the spades collaborated
to dig trenches.
The numbers,
Aces
leading the way
built each story;
taking turns,
red
and black.
The roof
was a sturdy covering,
done in diamonds.
But the Joker
was at work...
The fortress
I'd built so carefully,
card by card,
layer by layer
crumbled
with the breath
of your
single
kiss.
Copyright 2020 Penny Wilson
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