Writing Rhymes

For her writing is writing. For her words come easily, like breathing or blinking, naturally. Sometimes while doing chores, words and stanzas come flying at her. Sometimes like a wave, the words wash over her. Like a dream, lines and stanzas make shows in her head. Like clothing, words seem to wrap around her, keeping her warm. We love poetry, her and me, me and her, her and I. Poetry makes me her and her me, we, together, write poetry.