some, are reflective
they like to show a mellow face of you, twisted, bulbous
they like your nose, and they are smooth to your hand.
all the more deceptive, they give a little piece of other people.
others can be brass. I
like the brass ones. they smile, they kiss
not spherical. Still, dangerous
in their quiet common sense.
they meet on our battlefields, always paired
to wait out the fight. they turn when we slam.
they can have pins that lock, or little swivels
and sharp teeth.
once, i knew one who punched a hole in a wall for me.
that kind of sweetness gets ignored.