1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Brief touch of skin or latex,
exchange of empty words
perhaps a gem of sparkling wit,
a shared secret between
comrades, as we are for that
brief second

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 when glove touches glove
and from being a pitch apart
we are by more than
a shared shirt number
or our shot nerves

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 The eyes say it all,
respect and empathy
that unique understanding
between two of the same
that nobody else on the pitch
could ever re-create.


Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/handshake/