Literary Fornix

They two danced in and out of words
like ying and yang, they pulled and pushed
one another, creativity ebbed and flowed
between their minds, one muse.

So when he slows and is quiet,
she races forward, fingers gliding
along the keyboard
as if she were composing music.

Music speaks to him, he sings along,
lost in the lyrics, no time to write,
but the tides feel the pull of the moon,
and she looks back over her shoulder.

The sight of him distracts her,
and she drifts in reverie as he
spins his own words into story,
a novelist at heart.

Can you keep up poetess
his eyes ask, her smile
says try me, and the night
is filled with keystrokes.