Soccer Field

White geometry settles on green shoulders,
All two-dimensional except twin handles—
Rectangles, gripped by a stratified star field—
With a lattice of reality slung about them.

And suddenly life's liquid is white as well;
A phallic sphere of split-second destiny,
A constant climax waxing in proximity.

Jade blades puncture spirits like IV bags,
And pounding hearts match the pulse
Of throbbing defeat.