A ball instead of a set

no new court

for a city

spherical unimpressive

inviting the street festival of place.

Are you here?

between my sheets

slapper

in-house.

Instead a place a ball

sensing your curves in synchronism shapes

without social norms we possess

standards, hawk-eyed spelling bee

within wonders, solid

gendered sex.

Your grand formulas.

Your jokes. Your words. Laughter.

Are rolling in the aisles

to bowl the balls

I am at my wit's end.

Do you believe me I am?

out of joint, false-advised

the orb goes off the rails

for the stated reasons.

City. Orb. Square.

Space for a city

On our globe

a gleaming wan jaded

Dim. SIM. Sima.

Do you like photos?

Colorful. Black. White.

Cool is not just ice

pity's not the best spice.

My love, my love your full soft ball

in my hand

your place is still softer than velvet.

Let's build a globe just out of sand.

Do we love us?

sex has

right here right there

above all

in the city

in the square

Dear. Orb. Ball.