They loved each other
She and He always looked at one another ...
With a keen sense of longing
And urgency.
When they met,
She was a native nurturer
Her box was her comfort zone.
He was drawn to this,
In her
His polar unlikeness.
She saw in him what she always held as an object of disdain in herself:
She lacked a wild way.
He was a cowboy,
A man hired unto himself
Tending to his every whim and desire,
Performing life in isolation.
She, the one potential risk He would succumb to ...
They loved each other.
She pacified him,
He unlocked her inner restlessness.
About the Creator
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Today, I devour easily the words of song and sorrow.
Tomorrow, I purge on its beautifully raw and unabashed strength to cut or to cure.
Words are the altar of hope at which I worship and the articulation of a loneliness I long to exorcise.
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