Your submissions are pouring in, and they are magnificent. They range from existential:

Cosmos in a sac
Hanging heavy with the weight—
Without balls, no souls.

to semi-creepy:

The way that they swing
when i am fucking his ass
makes me think of you.

to hygienic:

Almost daylight savings
Spring is on the horizon
Balls will soon be stank

to worshipful:

Dangling there, ripe and
luscious, like furry jackfruit
burly, fuzzy, yum

to introspective:

P.R. disaster,
A forgotten cremaster,
My own reflection?

Thoughts so far? Feedback? You still have an hour to submit your poems.