
Fighter
Fighter
Put on those gloves and I feel the power surge.
I feel the lightning in my veins.
I hear the thunder in my heart.
I become stronger with every drop of sweat.
I become faster with every breath.
Turn of a calf,
A twisting of a hip,
Lifting of a knee,
And like a snake,
strike and retreat.
The world disappears around me;
My focus is on the outline of my opponent.
I feel the burn from the fire in her eyes.
The fight intensifies with a temporary hatred.
A quick back-fist to the head.
A quick kick to the ribs.
Pain and pleasure.
The growth of passion is a fire that heats the air.
Feet lightly hitting the ground,
Almost hovering like warrior angels.
Until the buzzer sounds.
Nothing beats being a fighter,
And the friendship built purely on shared satisfaction.