divine contrast:
the dark tones of your skin,
against a butter yellow polo.
strung tightly:
the strings of your racket,
an extension of your arm
beautiful by association.
(also me,
when I watch you.)
pulsing wildly:
my young heart,
pounding beneath asymmetrical breasts.
(also you,
in your element.)
streamlined muscles:
every inch of you,
trained and strained
perfection.
recurring fantasy:
you, striding across the court,
glance back to smile at me.
