this is about left-handed pitcher, barry zito. he has a fascinating wine-colored birthmark on his left wrist.

left hand of god.

upon first sight
it looks like a spot of blood,
a marking on his wrist
designating him for great things.
it silhouettes the curvature
of his wristbone like a brushstroke of genius,
perfect fit for your tongue.
just aching for a taste,
a graze of teeth
nipping at the paper-thin
skin of his wrist.
that rainbow curve dipping and dancing
like it's been blessed by god,
the snap of his wrist
flashing in the air
like lightning.
it's things like this that make you fall in love.