His Bluff

His red playing cards in hand

My own in position

they stood in stark contrast

the many options i thought I had

His shades hid his brown eyes

I didn't care to conceal mine

it was a one sided mirror

his eyes, mine ready to fight

we sat in silence 

me in tense anticipation

the moment would come

when we would both know 

unspoken words but emotions high

I let it all slide

I was confident with chance

the red cards they never lie

defiant till the end 

I wanted to call his bluff

i took a deep breath

his voice filled the air

he called it

my nerves stretched taut 

I felt unprepared and bare

I wanted the control

i tapped my fingers against the cold cards

staring at his hidden eyes i glared

nervous and warm i laid them down

and silence filled the quiet room

he didn't twitch 

he laid his cards down

the cold wooden table 

what a long fall 

and there they were

his losing cards

I felt triumphant

but I knew inside that he let me win