It was never a fight,
you against me,
but I fought like mad
for you,
or so I thought.
And learned by bruises
not to battle love
into existence,
ex nihilo:
we both lost.
Now then, a new way:
like boxers in a
ballet class,
we bob and weave
just out of habit
while the teacher
sings out "Grace!"
2 comments:
I'm in love with the image of "bobbing and weaving" to the sound of Grace. You have danced to grace and sung it...well done.
Thank you Tamara!
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