Twirl, make my clock tick
Churn my endorphins into something more
fermented.
Carelessly handing out permissions to bruise me
Go ahead.
Turn purple the yellow that used to my skin and
challenge it all.
Swish, push me harder because I want this.
I want to win this.
I could feel my vocals vibrating to the sound of defeat
It does so still to the sound of unappreciated glory.
I'll declare my Love, forty - without flinching.
Even in these depths, I'll still try to knock you off ten feet.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
what a take on athletics! So metaphorical & open, pertinent to interpretation, life. Score. keep on, sjg~