he moves like a big river
power
and grace
thundering down the mountain side
(when I know more, he says
I'll understand the metaphor)
I can see it in his eyes
reflections of that subtle strenght he possesses
all at once soft, inviting
and a focus to cut glass
gentle intsructor
with arms to move mountains
or cradle in the night
a guarded tenderness hidden
in choice motion
one
two
three
four
everything--he says
is a block and a strike
everything?
arm in arm--block
lips to lips--strike
and a sweet devious grin
so controlled
there is still so much to learn
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Make it not suck, please!
