In her heart were wood and water, in her mind were winds and ravaging fires. Desire turned into passion, melted silent into lakes, with violence sucked into oceans and then invisible, evaporating only to begin again.
Everything takes form, no matter how intangible.
In his heart were icy pools and volatile gases expanding, his mind, remains of a tangled wilderness. She grazed with finesse; first as a machete she razed, then forged a controlled burn with an intentional path. He was left then only with unquenchable thirst.
So there is unity. Polar energies are connected, as they do, they must.
The right ones, must.