Unarmed Combat
 

Unarmed Combat
The words we utter at each other are laborious and lean.
And warm unspoken truces can be few and far between.
The battle moves in circles. It’s end as yet unseen.
Suddenly,
My misspoken word advances-
a brazen stroll on a newly frozen lake.
Anticipation wells in both of us.
You and I.
Flea and Fly.
Wide-eyed, breathless,
Standing by.

very well done. Sorry I didnt give it an excellent, but I reserve 'excelent' for dead poets ;)

good work thank you for sharing. by the way anything you write is excellant, you shouldnt have to ask. never doubt your own thoughts, they are all that we can honestly say are our own. . .

I was thoroughly enjoying it, but i think it needs to be either shorter and more curtailed or developed a bit more.