Tarot love

I imagined meeting my tarot card,

Woken wand scattered dreams being dealt my way,

As I curled with nerves of deep shuffled scars,

I knew my shallow man ways may betray,

Those lost young longings and sex shy turnings,

Alone and waiting in my heart beat bar,

A glass in my hand with manhood burning,

Her gentle cup ways prised my life ajar,

As she played my life all those shellfish fears

Vanished in the rhythm of our reading,

As I watched her arch to receive my tears,

The ruined tower of this life rebuilding,

I can now forget all standing stone ways

And drink of her for the rest of our days.