Bounce

You're round inside.

Just like me.

And when
it's dark inside,
a little shape begins
to form.

Like a
caterpillar,
before its blossom;
I curl up
into
a silky ball
within your
flesh,
swaying
to your gentle
song.

Your words
a handsome whisper
to my perky
drum,
to which
I wish
for you
to hang
from.

And with your
ball
      and  
             mine
                     too,

we bounce together...

... f  o  r  e  v  e  r.