weighs me down
tilts the sky
spins the sun haphazard
Galileo's marble on a slope.
I become a lost thing
the treasure in the field
the pearl in the palm
of the child
along with his cat's eye toy.
You force me from the circle
drawn in the sand
by the ruptured silence
of your smile against my skin.
Kiss the corner of my mouth
scoop me up into your hand
Win me the way you would
the marbles on the cement streets
crowing your victory
and I will slip into your pocket
content.
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