Thwock, Thwock, Thwock,
Time ticks in tennis balls
Hot stepping to your game,
Falling into rhythm
We dance.
Yesterdays' hit the net, caught
Between you and I.
One all.
On an off beat you strike
With an energy that kick starts my heart.
I miss, you smile
Some semblance of friendship
I am electric.
Thirty - forty
A tip on how to hold my racket right,
The sound of sunshine,
A fat banana smile in the sky.
Tastes like an echo of? Bread and butter pudding,
I am full up with you.
Comments
Mangone | January 13, 2010 - 15:11
It's funny you chose tennis - where love means nothing :O)
What's the score now - is it deuce or new set love all?
Great to see a Summer to help balance your Winter!