Thoughts gasp for getaway
fingers hum aimlessly
over the keyboard,
mind scours closets
at times for ideas or words.
Some effortlessly slip
others' tantrums drain.
Yet love
the tango of words
on the screen.
A forlorn lover's gaze
a naive poetic romance
initiated and rekindled
often quenching
a thirst unknown.
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