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Taking the Field Looking in you, I'm shown a skin of ice Over a mask of rage--the eyes which waver Between those of a killer and a lover, A conquerer vanquished from within. In these moments, our gazes Scrape across one another's flesh To lock in a silent battle of wills, and I am torn Between administering a coup de grace or a kiss. Water meets earth in a clash Of unsounded fury and futility Old as waves hammering a coastline, longing For a union gentle as rain upon a field. I parry and back away from the razor coils Of the no-man's-land that hangs between us, Wearied and confused by the challenges launched From the shadowed greenery of your eyes. You fare no better, though I've stayed my hand. You jig and jitter on an electrified boundary of your own devising Fingers woven into the stinging wire... refusing to turn away Lest I slip beyond your reach. I shall not go. I cannot go. For in that sneak-thief moment of first contact Your eyes cast hooks upon my soul; To free it would prove a greater pang than its capture. So I will continue to take the field Whenever your gaze compels me, knowning That we fight each other never so much as we Fight ourselves.
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