Friendly Fire

Dear Ambidextrous Man, 

I hear you write words with both of your hands 

How does it feel? How does it feel to fight with your hands?

One scrawls your joy, while the other your pain

Together they paint a dull world of gray 

Luxurious, lovely, lustful letters 

Flirting together on fragile lines

Thick contradictions dancing around

Weaving in... and weaving out...

Potent words piercing the pages

Eloquent chains that tactfully twist

Clashing together in colloquial cacophony 

A civil war complete with friendly fire

Black... White... Black... White.... Gray

Dear Ambidextrous Man,

How does it feel to fight with your hands?

Awfully good...

Awfully good...

Awfully good?