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

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. 

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