Elle (theroadtoelle) wrote,

Two men fencing

Two blurs in the weakening light of evening
dance on nimble tongues.
A swift reposte, a witty parry,
a smirk, a feint,

Two blurs in the weakening light of evening,
the art of conversation.
A shuffle and a scuffle,
disengage, advance,

Two blurs in the weakening light of evening,
a challenge made and met.
Invitation, presentation,
determined insistence,
and, at last, touche.
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