Slim: You know you don’t have to act with me, Steve. You don’t have to say anything, and you don’t have to do anything. Not a thing. Oh, maybe just whistle. You know how to whistle, don’t you, Steve? You just put your lips together and… blow.
The blows of life,
don’t always have to hurt,
they can be gentle,
soft breath caressing the nape of a neck,
a prelude to a kiss.
A kiss can sometimes hit harder,
than a fist.
the subject of this photograph,
has a face built to take blows,
as he is a piece of boxing equipment.
he has become a member of our family,
a familiar face.
He may not be human,
may not feel a thing,
but we are human,
and can feel for him.
A strange kind of empathy.
I took a martial arts class in school,
I failed the exams,
because I refused to play along with the process,
get credits for hurting others,
for no logical reason,
but an illogical one,
to get the accessory of a better colour,
in the rainbow of promotional belts,
by making people black and blue.
I preferred to make love not war,
blow kisses instead of other types of blows.
[Slim kisses Steve]
Steve: What did you do that for?
Slim: I’ve been wondering if I’d like it.
Steve: What’s the decision?
Slim: I don’t know yet.
[They kiss again]
Slim: It’s even better when you help.
*for B is for…… Blow
(this shot is the result of the blows my equipment dealt to my original idea for this photography prompt)