Moment Supreme
The game begins
and balls that roll
controlled by canes
with purple heads
and lips on zero
blow the calcium off
masculinity
the hands lingering
the fingers sway
a soft display
a decrescendo
-and longing sighs-
the tension rises
when she surprises
them all, up rises
a small frail femme
who tamed
those frantic men.
Madrason 27-06-2014
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