When I get on top
of you, you're
the world and when
you get on top of me,
you are sun, or moon
depending on cowgirl
face or base. And when
...ahh,
I don't even know what
that is.
Just ace or service return,
and if we can't tell which
or who's up/down/back
first? That's a tennis match,
I guess. I know it's love,
but by crook, snatch, catch
I couldn't rule anything out
of bounds now. Some referee
I am, plowing downfield to
score, and
how.
A Pocketful of Poesy was and is again a Poem-a-Day(-on-Average) Blog! For 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, and now for 2017 and going forward, you may expect to see 365 poems every year, 366 for leap years.
but aren't they all random?
Wednesday, August 17, 2022
Stellar and satellite configurations
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