Two souls meandered down the path
Both whole
Without another half
But together they did band
Not obligate
But to lend a hand
Words and thoughts between them flowed
While wary, he caught himself to goad
And she, a freely flying nymph
Who wholly he could but catch a glimpse
Though miles apart, they shared the path
And communed as though both telepaths
He struggled to undo traps he'd made
In beds of others where he'd laid
For to catch this nymph would destroy the beauty
And although he respected this, his duty
He could not help
As he reclined
To think of the two of them entwined
Untangled, and connected by choice
But he found no such desire in her voice
And when he'd rest she would return
With images and lessons learned
And so he let the dreams be read
Satisfied by visions in his head
And so amused by what transpired
She would so gently stoke the fire
With delicate appreciative care
So lightly hung upon the air
A dancing smoke
A dreamed affair
And so still floated in the air
Two souls both whole
Not half a pair