She had dipped her toe in the warm waters of him
After wading and being waylaid for so long
Astride the coastal rim
There was an urgency not felt before;
A want not named before
Now crowning and filling his flanks
No more an indigent wandering lost along the path,
Nor indifferent to the task
But, purposeful, awakened, to my need
And how it was more than the act of planting a seed.
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