"When Harry met John"

He led with a vicious crotch, you responded with a blurred one-two - left upper cut, right hook combo that earned his respect.

We watched in fascination while you took each other down like only lovers can.

Our arms were ready to catch, our hearts ready to be give because fuck you two fought like snarling tigers - two inch claws shiny with blood.

Four years later, we see you walking down the street wrapped in each other, wearing your scars with pride, swaggering in the light of jealous glances.

*Note - no actual people were harmed in the making of this poem