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Say
My love
I came to you with best intentions
You
Laid down and gave to me just
What I’m seeking

There’s only so many punches in the puss you can take before drunkeness sets in. The brain damage of experience. And if you are at all self-aware you will see the fist in the corner of your eye and duck. And if you’re feral, you’ll swing back and you’ll hit your foe’s jaw square. You’ll watch your fist go through and up, if you’ve got good follow through. When you hear the sound of hitting the ground and you’re still standing, you’re the king. You’re alone.

Hey
My love
Do you believe that we
Might last
A thousand years?

But sometimes you want to stop punching but find your fists fly on their own. They’ve been trained to protect and defend. Your own personal bodyguards have a hair trigger. It’s embarrassing; you’re so, so hard. And wouldn’t the therapist have a lot to say about it?

Hey
My love
You came to me like wine
Comes to this mouth
Grown tired of water all the time
You quench my heart and you
Quench my mind

I am tired and the muscles are sore. I am weary of the fight. And it’s time to put down the dukes. If I get punched again, it will sting. But if I don’t get in the game, my own punch will hurt infinitely more. Because I’ll know it’s coming. And, sometimes, when you expect the pain, it makes it so so bad.

/end

In other news: Ever taken a kick from your kidneys? It’s not good, just sayin’.