She is all jiggle and bounce
giggle and mouth
pink curves glossy lips and wavy brown hair
Heavy full breasts
the kind I want to weigh in my hand on long naked afternoons
a ripe ass
the kind I could spend a week of nights understanding

She fills up the room with lust
it hangs like smoke over the tables

Now take her,
slippery curves
handfuls of marbles,
and stand her up against a sea of green
lay her out next to a room full of felt planes
angles and emptiness
veolocity and inertia
hard spheres that shine dimly in the yellow light

They fill up the room with clicks
that snap like fingers in the quiet

Standing there
short skirt and spaghetti straps
she is fantasy
a welcome relief from the unrelenting table
love in the face of physics
a shadow in the sun
a moment apart

She turns away to kiss her boyfriend
and I return to the frustration of sticks and balls

AcB 09.20.01