Her fibers engorged
drinking deep the flowing emotions
moving gently with the rhythm of his hand
scratching ink and metal
turns the desert into an oasis
words, shift back and forth,
feverishly scrawled until
the poet is spent
the paper's thirst subsides;
in the quiet moments thereafter
they stare and embrace
letting go the moment
until their passion again swells
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