Russian Roulette

I stared at my move,

I placed my bet,
I never feel lucky but wanted you,


That’s all I did though,

cold sweat,
For with me, moves are always few,


Hoping you would just let me win,
Or better yet teach me to play,


But like all other things Russian,
A fantasy you chose to stay,


Sweet named, lovelier than gin,
From mother Russia with love,


My dear Russian Roulette,

…you stayed.

c.2009
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