mellifluous | poetry

take me to the ball game; nineteen

as i feel the hard material of the rubber ball in my hands
i feel the weight of your hands on my waist,
teaching me how to shoot a ball into a hoop.

i put the ball up into the air,
the sphere successfully swishing into the net.

we rejoice together,
like we always have.

you look upon me with that bright smile of yours,
bright enough to light my whole damn sky.