swordplay

fencing on the couch is
child's play - our play
and we do it with both
panache and harmony its
this no its that don't be
so accusatory well don't
be so defensive, a shifting
kiss and the double grin as
our eyes meet re-begin -
you put it on, no I didn't
I like this film, you would
and you would not but
no apologies - we wear our
tin swords well and are
feisty with our words they keep us
well-prepared, we are
happy in our
child's play at knowledge
our familiar wedge
well-honed

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