Coinage
Picking friends or lovers
Either way the ascent and descent
of the heart's coin toss
is watched with bated breath.
Heads, they won't play with yours.
Tails, it's between your legs.
Somersaulting wishes plentiful as
fountain's littered base.
You'd think your nimble fingers
could mask the tremors by now.
Yours is not the only one taking flight,
landing among both nickel-plated and sterling silver souls alike;
with a few wooden ones for good measure.
Show those gratitude for they make no bones about their
halfhearted attempts at playing impostor.
Bask even more in the shine of those unabashedly real,
for once you catch them, they will never be tossed again.
As for the dangerous ones,
the only ones who over time lose their cover
by showing their true colors;
the green mark left on your skin
is just their stamp of envy,
and it always washes off.