Love and Conquest at the AMF Lanes

Inverted tenebrae form (4,3,2,1 syllables per line) taken through 10 frames of bowling.

Obsidian
jewel, every
Thursday
night,

you grace my hand
and let me
guide your
moves.

Smoothly spinning,
you splinter
those tooth
picks,

a thirteen-pound
well-rounded
bomb-shell
blast.

Skirting the edge,
you sweep great
curves and
break…

S---t--r-e-tch, but don’t spare
me, Brunswick
babe -- you
STRIKE!

X-mark those spots
and roll back
on the
racks;

Return to your
lover in
silly
shoes...

Feel my caress
as we share
the same
dream:

ten frames, ten strikes,
three hundred
perfect
points.