Scene: a cave. Gabrielle sits composing in her scrolls by the fire. As Xena sleeps and Joxer's armor creaks.

Once upon a midnight dreary, writers cramp and visions clearly. Flames from the campfire high and wasted scrolls on the sandy cave floor.

Longing for the warmth of bedsheets, still I sat there, listening to my heartbeats. Having reached the middle line. I took a look as Xena snored.

Writing with a steady hand, my feet dug in the sand and read the words my scroll did store.

Only this and nothing more.

Deep into the darkness, long I sat there wondering, fearing. Doubting while I heard a clanking, turning yet to clank some more.

Joxer! I said, your cursed armor! Take it off like I told you before.
"Yes Gabby" did he answer, only this and nothing more. It's just too loud to ignore.

Was this some strange illusion? Joxer's loud intrusion? These were choices I desired, ones I'd never faced before. Carefully, I weighed the choices as Joxer made some impish noises.

The fire flashed, insistent, waiting, baiting him to talk some more.
Cleary he must see, choosing to look and nothing more.

From lips the same as before.

With his fingers pale and trembling.
Slowly toward my scroll bending.
Longing for a happy ending, hoping all wouldn't be ignored. Praying for some guarantee. Timidly Joxer pressed to see.

But on his face there still persisted wordless appearing as before.
Ghastly grim he blinked and taunted, haunting, as my patience wore.

Saying nothing as before.

I tried to catch his lips off guard.
I pressed against his back hard.
I pleaded with the lanky man: I begged and cried and then I swore.

Now I am in desperation, trying random combinations. Still there came the incantation, just as senseless as before.

Eyes blinking, winking, blinking nonsense as before.

Only this and nothing more.

There I sat, distraught, exhausted, byside this lanky man accosted.
Getting up I turned away and paced across the sandy cave floor.

And then I knew this night: Joxer's smile cut through to my delight.

A gasp of a roar over took me, shook me to my core.

The light from the fire danced in his eyes, but words seemed lost and gone forevermore.

On his pail face I adore.

In these moments I do not know the place to which his lost voice goes.
What demonic nether world is wrought where his thoughts are stored beyond the reach of my Bardish soul, beyond the ether, into his tapping toes.

But sure as there's a whisper, a moan, a groan and more. He turned at that moment his lips begain to wander, lost in mine, as Xena did snore.

My eyes full of lust for I knew in him I could trust. A special gift to express my appreciation. Pleading as he laid my golden locks on the sandy cave floor. His eyes had all the answers, at his shirt I tore.

He said, "I love you Gabrielle" and nothing more.

There we laid lost in each others mad embrace, there was no lie upon his face. His eyes made me melt, for me too, knew it was what I felt.

Both of us loving each other forevermore.

Scene, a cave. Gabrielle sits composing in her scrolls by the fire. As Xena sleeps and Joxer's armor creaks.

Once upon a midnight dreary, writers cramp and visions clearly. Flames from the campfire high and wasted scrolls on the sandy cave floor.

Longing for the warmth of bedsheets, still I sat there, listening to my heart beats. Having reached the middle line. I took a look as Xena snored.

Writing with a steady hand, my feet dug in the sand and read the words my scroll did store.

Only this and nothing more.

Deep into the darkness, long I sat there wondering, fearing. Doubting while I heard a clanking, turning yet to clank some more.

Joxer! I said, your cursed armor! Take it off like I told you before.
"Yes Gabby" did he answer, only this and nothing more. It's just too loud to ignore.

Was this some strange illusion? Joxer's loud intrusion? These were choices I desired, ones I'd never faced before. Carefully, I weighed the choices as Joxer made some impish noises.

The fire flashed, insistent, waiting, baiting him to talk some more.
Cleary he must see, choosing to look and nothing more.

From lips the same as before.

With his fingers pale and trembling.
Slowly toward my scroll bending.
Longing for a happy ending, hoping all wouldn't be ignored. Praying for some guarantee. Timidly Joxer pressed to see.

But on his face there still persisted wordless appearing as before.
Ghastly grim he blinked and taunted, haunting, as my patience wore.

Saying nothing as before.

I tried to catch his lips off guard.
I pressed against his back hard.
I pleaded with the lanky man: I begged and cried and then I swore.

Now I am in desperation, trying random combinations. Still there came the incantation, just as senseless as before.

Eyes blinking, winking, blinking nonsense as before.

Only this and nothing more.

There I sat, distraught, exhausted, byside this lanky man accosted.
Getting up I turned away and paced across the sandy cave floor.

And then I knew this night: Joxer's smile cut through to my delight.

A gasp of a roar over took me, shook me to my core.

The light from the fire danced in his eyes, but words seemed lost and gone forevermore.

On his pail face I adore.

In these moments I do not know the place to which his lost voice goes.
What demonic nether world is wrought where his thoughts are stored beyond the reach of my Bardish soul, beyond the ether, into his tapping toes.

But sure as there's a whisper, a moan, a groan and more. He turned at that moment his lips begain to wander, lost in mine, as Xena did snore.

My eyes full of lust for I knew in him I could trust. A special gift to express my appreciation. Pleading as he laid my golden locks on the sandy cave floor. His eyes had all the answers, at his shirt I tore.

He said, "I love you Gabrielle" and nothing more.

There we laid lost in each others mad embrace, there was no lie upon his face. His eyes made me melt, for me too, knew it was what I felt.

Both of us loving each other forevermore.

Scene, a cave. Gabrielle sits composing in her scrolls by the fire. As Xena sleeps and Joxer's armor creaks.

Once upon a midnight dreary, writers cramp and visions clearly. Flames from the campfire high and wasted scrolls on the sandy cave floor.

Longing for the warmth of bedsheets, still I sat there, listening to my heart beats. Having reached the middle line. I took a look as Xena snored.

Writing with a steady hand, my feet dug in the sand and read the words my scroll did store.

Only this and nothing more.

Deep into the darkness, long I sat there wondering, fearing. Doubting while I heard a clanking, turning yet to clank some more.

Joxer! I said, your cursed armor! Take it off like I told you before.
"Yes Gabby" did he answer, only this and nothing more. It's just too loud to ignore.

Was this some strange illusion? Joxer's loud intrusion? These were choices I desired, ones I'd never faced before. Carefully, I weighed the choices as Joxer made some impish noises.

The fire flashed, insistent, waiting, baiting him to talk some more.
Cleary he must see, choosing to look and nothing more.

>From lips the same as before.

With his fingers pale and trembling.
Slowly toward my scroll bending.
Longing for a happy ending, hoping all wouldn't be ignored. Praying for some guarantee. Timidly Joxer pressed to see.

But on his face there still persisted wordless appearing as before.
Ghastly grim he blinked and taunted, haunting, as my patience wore.

Saying nothing as before.

I tried to catch his lips off guard.
I pressed against his back hard.
I pleaded with the lanky man: I begged and cried and then I swore.

Now I am in desperation, trying random combinations. Still there came the incantation, just as senseless as before.

Eyes blinking, winking, blinking nonsense as before.

Only this and nothing more.

There I sat, distraught, exhausted, byside this lanky man accosted.
Getting up I turned away and paced across the sandy cave floor.

And then I knew this night: Joxer's smile cut through to my delight.

A gasp of a roar over took me, shook me to my core.

The light from the fire danced in his eyes, but words seemed lost and gone forevermore.

On his pail face I adore.

In these moments I do not know the place to which his lost voice goes.
What demonic nether world is wrought where his thoughts are stored beyond the reach of my Bardish soul, beyond the ether, into his tapping toes.

But sure as there's a whisper, a moan, a groan and more. He turned at that moment his lips begain to wander, lost in mine, as Xena did snore.

My eyes full of lust for I knew in him I could trust. A special gift to express my appreciation. Pleading as he laid my golden locks on the sandy cave floor. His eyes had all the answers, at his shirt I tore.

He said, "I love you Gabrielle" and nothing more.

There we laid lost in each others mad embrace, there was no lie upon his face. His eyes made me melt, for me too, knew it was what I felt.

Both of us loving each other forevermore.

The End.