Bare arms

Sharp tan lines around his shoulders

Long, dark hair pulled back

Beads of sweat on his face - he doesn't notice - 

I know his smile

But it is hidden behind his intensity

Intensity I can feel from across the field

He stands boldly at the center of his line, 

Ready for anything

Confidence emanating from everything about him

My eyes are focused on his hands

They are relaxed;

Wrapped gently around the sticks,

Perfectly still in anticipation

Hovering above his snare

His eyes are focused on my hands

A steady, centered concentration

Our energies are locked

He is looking to me for guidance

As I am looking to him.

I am far away 

But I hear his breath,

I feel his pulse

And he feels mine.