When Fist Meets Flesh

The pain The sting The betrayal of a love once shared When fist meets flesh Is it such a deep love that I feel? For you tell me that it is—afterwards. Is it forgiveness that you seek? For you ask of it—afterwards. The bruises don’t tell all of the stories Only you and I have read that book. So many times So many nights When fist meets flesh I am torn down I am broken My soul remains spiritless. Yes, I always think of a better time A happier time A time of hope, dreams, love, and the laughter between us Each time… Fist meets flesh.