phoenix facing the sun

you came into my life completely out of the blue,
like how i imagine a ninja star could whirl through the wind and slice a wedge leaving two surprising perfect crests between what's left of soft things said between our play fights.
there are no ninja stars in kung fu, i confess, but fingers that conquer and divide theories of physics and pride and put pressure on points too weak to protest. your body bends at the knees in horse as you strike a perfect blow to the gut. buckle, backfist, sink down again to lower your stance. attack and defend together, each movement giving birth to the next. reversing is the way of the tao, they say. begin at number one.