Crown of Consummation

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
to my need
and how it was more
than the act of planting a

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