(A  her, him, them, and us poem)

 

 

Look at the grace of her!
The leap,
The sweep,
The joy of the game in the face of her!

 

That delicate chip of her!
The snick,
The flick,
The swing of the curve of the hip of her!

 

The glorious zest of her!
The bounce,
The flounce,
The exuberance swelling the breast of her!

 

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Look at the pace of him.
The slam,
The wham,
The clench of the fist at the ace of him.

 

The arrogant craft of him.
The chip,
The flip,
the twist of the wrist on the haft of him.

 

His dismay at her final dispatch of him.
The shout
of `out`,
The shame of her `game set and match` of him.

 

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And then they became a mixed pair of them? 
The link!
The sync!
Of the duplicate game-winning flair of them.

 

And afterwards made man-and-wife of them.
Jill and Chris 
Full of bliss
At the other one sharing the life of them.

 

Crowning the nuptial joy of them
By mating,
Creating,
A cute little girl and a boy of them.

 

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(The conception they leave in us

Is the weave

And retrieve

Of perpetual Adam and Eve in us)