A Chemistry Lesson On Love

What we don’t do inside fabric, And do in light and dimmed interiors, A child grows up to learn that love Is just a toy in early summer, An entire season on itself, thereafter, When the stubborn gaze, and the open lip, Conspire to let lip-twigs fire, as often As the winds would permit, And…

Soccer

The gifted The Messis and Ronaldos In a waltz of the talus Metacarpals and phalanges. When the choreography Of feet, running rings around A ball, a few inches in diameter, To the fleet-footed music Of foot chemistry, When the world is at your toes And the love of a game makes Paupers of an island…