the dance of men

bruises and heat
clenched teeth
white hot fists
frenzied mind
shaking so hard
it hurts to think
eyes blur
in the rage
crunching jaw
lungs breathe
pure hate
pink and purple
tender and red
body soaking in the love
of the dance
the rush intoxicates
it brings clarity
and instinct
and hate
it feeds on the
growing power
from the blur
of red
and white hot fists