sucker punch

waiting for me stealthily
dancing there before me
silken short, sweaty chest
leathered fists twitching

the canvas bounces beneath my feet
I gauge the distance quickly
I resolve to give my best
And then I find I'm flinching

I didn't try to see it coming
though it was obvious to see
and in my fatal weakness
my flaws sucker-punched me

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