Jun 30, 2010 08:52
Parry, thrust, jab, parry, long stroke, evade. We dance this familiar tune.
Sidestep, parry, thrust. This one catches slightly. Tearing cloth.
She parries and stabs. Almost catching my arm. We are equally matched.
I let her catch blood. She follows through and exposes her flank. She catches her mistake but not before I earn my points.
She is smiling now. As am I. It has been far too long since we danced for the sake of dancing.
I parry her next arc and we get our bearings.
We take our ready stances and begin to dance again.
We enjoy it.
requiem,
genevieve,
drabble,
micheal