Love, there was, and desire

He showed himself ready

To slay her dragons

She brought magic and myth

He gave quiet and refuge

She conjured chaos and adventure

Times there were they came so close

To a consummation of joining

But in those pregnant moments

They spoke different languages

Of courtship, wordlessly,

A failure to communicate when

She said, “Chase me, catch me.”

And he said, “Meet me half way.”

They retreated, confused,

The dream of a common language

Thwarted, lost in the waking world.

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