He Says You See Stars


"You can die"
he climbs into the ring, into combat
attack, block, attack
the enemy covers
cramped in the corner, pinched against the ropes
jab, cross, hook
no match for finesse
speed, agility
his ability
to float the square
step-drag, pivot
raised gloves, protecting his eyes- piercing
raw power--sweet science--brutal intensity
he throws an uppercut
imbalance can cost a fighter
victory
the lights become stars and the count begins...

As he tells me about months of training
days with ball and bag
running and rope,

I wonder, looking at my hand in his hand,
if his opponents' knees shake like mine do
at his touch

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