oracle touch

twilit in heart:
sunday eve i
find the knight
of swords packed
snug naive into the
center
of my cards:

there slept within my
most gentle deck,
spelled out to me
in soft foils and
golden fortune
kept.

i pull the card
enough times
that it makes
me halter and
blush,

even weeks after
the first pull, i
always find it
when i think
of you in
transcendent,
laced verse.

my immortal
crush.

© 2024 jude rigor