The Match
My back, from crown to heels,
holds space for where me feels.
I‘m backed, my strong archs shields,
such gracious tasting fields.
Forgive all thought up theories,
it’s catching matching frequencies!
Move around
the playing field,
what‘s life now
for you to yield?
Come, risk a taste!
Let‘s have a match!
Maybe we‘re here
as this day’s catch.
From the book “You can love me, too”