In this dreamtime,
The battle now took on an additional dimension.
Instead of the familiar, hip high sticks
We usually fought with. Appear, taller weapons,
Uniformly Slender to shoulder high
Terminating in a short Y, abruptly ending.
Our loving eyes meet and greet. Attack.
Clashed the sticks, bark flew.
Trapped me she did, pinned my stick.
In a telepathic hip flip!
Dissolved I, dissolved I her stick.
Swirling around one another
Together in love
Like light, we fly.
© Calac.
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