I am Just a Boxer

He is solid and strong
And stands tall in the ring
Like a door with a lock
That you cannot get though

Firm in his stance
Red gloves in front
Protecting

But be aware
Of the strong arm
Shooting out like a cannon
To connect with your jaw

Surprise

Afterwards I help heal his wound
The cut above his right eye
He asks me to linger there
The softness in him
At the surface now

He looks up with swollen eyes
and asks
"Where do you want me to go now?"