Shadow Boxing

Her punch is feathered
an angelic thing
placed with grace
upon my shoulder
and left to linger
to become a palm

All I want to do is tease
to produce a flurry
of those pillow fists
and laugh together
to catch them
till they bruise

I want her to make tender
this statue’s jade
to make her touch
a self-medicating salve
easing old injuries
newly uncovered

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