Queen of Spades

He can’t stand any kind of pressure,
Imposing fun or something else
His lonesome world - his precious treasure
No rush, the only stance - no stress

She lives her life as the last day’s coming
With dancing moves and a swirling grace,
Her attitude is loudly and unprecedentedly charming,
The smartest glory digger - Queen of Spades

He sat in the Cafe Les Palmiers -
His only favourite escape,
Unbothered by the crowds rumbling,
Indifferent - no gaze, no interest, no gape

This was his favourite veranda
They served a stiff Barolo and T-bone,
His eyesight stuck on a moving wonder
She walked inside with a royal crown

The place was full she looked around,
A hostess shrugged - there was no chance,
He couldn’t help but stood astound
And signaled her to join with a lambent glance

She came as a hurricane comes unexpected
From younger days and brighter nights
His love, his hope, his light he once neglected
Escaping as an Englishman without a fight

The night fell down they talked for hours
He was alone and so believed was she
They did recall their hot encounters
But didn’t use that very “we”

She was a flame to bring him feelings
Again to turn him upside down
He breathed in hope with the clearest willing
He was too blind and didn’t notice
       her ring outshined by the royal crown