Gracefully we dance and sway,

parrying each other away.

Fencing is not difficult when both of you are fighting defensively.

I want to feign, but I know you'd see right through it.

Our feet move gracefully, remaining the same distance apart at all times.

back

and forth

and back

and forth

and back

and forth

we move, our swords playfully bouncing off each others.

No one wants to strike the other, so instead we dance,

the clinking of our swords reminiscent of a knife on a wine glass about to toast.

No great speech comes after though, 

no words of wisdom to live by though,

nothing helpful remains,

just playful parries, because no one wants to make the first move.

The playful dance of the swords.