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Meeting him
was a calm sea after the storm.
the quiet moments after a gun blast.

Meeting him
was the salve for her burn.
the refreshing cool water trickling down her trachea.

Meeting him, meeting him, meeting him.

She was
the raging sea -- waves crashing, tide rising, despair and moaning washing onto shore.

She was
the pulling of the trigger -- taut, then unwound, the crash, the boom, the crackle and thunder.

She was burning,

pining, 

desperate for him.

She was parched,

thirsty, 

needing his sustenance in her life.

He was all this and more.

She was all this and more.