Gatorade and Grime
Dusty little dugout face
Forcing me to run
It was something like silk
In the same shade of green
As the rings ’round my eyes
Whose flecks match the flowers in yoursAnd I wondered whether
It’d wow other women
(Which it did)
But-it-seems-to-have-wowed-you-tooNow laced within these lines
An invitation to investigate
If it is indeed
Silk
Sherlock
I hope it’ll hurt
Your truth leaking through my skin
Binding my ankle
Fingertips
Rhomboid muscles
The thrill
Of victory
There is nothing more