Dreaming Of Common Ground: Romantic IMprov Sonnet

She leaned, languishing,/
against her pillow of silk./
She lay, happily dreaming,/
thinking they were of the same ilk./

She typed away,/
in silence reposed/
and knew not what to say;/
thinking he fittfully dozed./

He didn’t sleep,/
but his mind was racing./
He thought deep;/
His thoughts went chasing./

And he concluded, with great finality,/
that he was glad to find this commonality*.

OR
*that he was glad he’d found his commonality.

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