Will you Jostle my Balls?

A Poem

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He asks
His hands
Indisposed
Wrist deep
in sudsy water.

I am left to imagine
what he could possibly mean
As it is 7:00
On a Tuesday evening.

He has recently returned
From playing soccer
Sweaty and stinky
Worn from the day.

I enter the kitchen
Ready and willing
To explore
His curious proposition.

Suddenly the aroma
Of sweet meaty goodness
Fills my nostrils
Over and beyond
the stench
of man sweat

And I know now

He means

balls.

Written by

Perpetual student, searching for my ikigai. I am an Artist in artistic recovery care of Julia Cameron. Top writer in poetry. ❤️POM-Poet!❤️

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