Ousting butts from comfy benches
Into uniform
Interrupting chat and chase to
Herd them to the strip
Breaking up covalent clumps to
Pair them two by two
(And separated far enough to fence)
Combatting innate tendency for
Every touch to devolve to debate
Turning back to find the game’s no longer
Glove on glove, but hit and run
Noticing who’s snubbed and left to
Linger at the fringe
Threatening to cycle in if they don’t
Buckle down and try
Making good the threat and romping gently,
Teasing with a gentle blade presented and withdrawn
Finally, as night
winds down,
Gathering up the
random bits and bobs left
Scattered when they’re
gone
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