Defences

By Elizabeth Marney

Two shirtless 

boxers face 

themselves 

before the fight, 

eyes locked on 

one another – 

a measured 

distance. 

Tough-strong 

gazes and crinkled 

brows donned 

for the audience

falter as one’s foot 

stamps forward

shoulders pressed back

leading chest puffed

I dare you, man, 

I fucking dare you

his forehead softened 

with a kiss.