Pen in Motion

Two beasts –

powerful and mighty mammals –

mangy hair matted with sweat,

swept away like lovers

in the throes of combat,

each brute struggling for

dominance and the right to rule.

Is this what I am inside?

Horns locked with fierce

determination, wild and raw,

each side clawing to be king.

I could name a victor

and be done with it,

but the beauty of the battle

stills my hand.