Friday, 5 June 2009

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.