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.