She
A dainty
jasmine breath
Enchanting
temptress of smiles
Bewitching,
precious wisp of mist
Into his
heart she glides.
He
The mighty
gale force
Raw man,
barely restrained
Swirling,
eddying, powerfully
Ancient
spirit untamed.
Them
They dance
to the pagan rhythms
Of songs only they could sing
Mist poured
deep into the raging whirlwind
Subsumed by
his strength into eternal spring.
MS
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