Royal Flush

I never knew
that shuffling cards
could be so

I was having trouble
with the finger placement-
my thumb always

You smirked and
came over;
gliding my fingers
over the cards,
and we finally made a bridge.

We stayed in that position,
your hands were warm,
but not clammy.
You held me like I
actually meant something.

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