The weather outside isn't pleasant today. A mix of snow and rain make for a gloomy February Tuesday. Here's a poem to brighten the mood.
He warmed his hands with his mouth
The same one that touched my cheek last night
The February frost hid the sunlight
But forgot to tell us to head south
It goes without saying
He’s a breathless work of art
He’s weightless when he’s playing
Save for the pounding of his heart
He navigated the indoor court
Like a compass, he guided the ball
An anchoring captain leading an escort
His magical maneuvers made me fall
As he ran around my backhand return
The lights from the roof placed a glow on his feet
Reverse momentum caused them to churn
A beautifully fluid and balanced retreat
He wasn’t a blessing in disguise
Because I could clearly distinguish
Only for him, these points I relinquish
Just to feel his smiling eyes
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