Fight of fancy

Once...
I saw these two fighters... a man and a woman
They bowed to each other
without a word passed between them...

then without a mention they fought..
with respect and skill they fought...

after a while...
sweat creeping down
passion flowing out of their hearts
as if they were two dancers...

they felt it,
every move, every muscle...
and very possibly every breathe...
even with so few openings...

each attack was as devastasting...
as the one before it

these two skilled fighters... no
Warriors in every aspect of the word...
allies, yet rivals
they fought not for money, pride, or for their name...

they fought for enjoyment
that they have found their match
they found.... bliss...

the man
thought the woman greater
the woman
thought the man greater

as they continued to fight
they saw.......
their own weaknesses
in the ways the other was their better

they wanted to get stronger,
I saw that mindset in their eyes
fire
not the ones that consume everything

the flame that burns in the soul...
I see it in their eyes
I feel the heat from them...

the final blow...
the last firework of the night...
they both collapsed
but the fire never left their eyes...

both beaten and bruised...
then the next thing you would only believe if you saw
they started laughing
laughing like hyenas...

they laughed at it
something that could've gotten themselves killed
anywhere else they couldve died...
they laughed at their flight of fancy...