Something strange happens when to minds start to meld like that. You're the only two people in the world working on this particular poem at this particular time. You start establishing a rhythm. Your goal becomes clearer. Your theme develops.
You start communicating in grunts, gulps of coffee, and hastily scrawled words.
Or times of course writing a poem can be a frustrating time, taking you back to when you had to work with kids in class for a contest.
Sometimes, it works so well that it's amazing. Here's one that I really enjoy:
Tamara Woods was raised (fairly happily) in West Virginia where she began penning poems after a boy broke her heart. She shares poetry, short stories and writer interviews on her blog, PenPaperPad. Her writing has been featured in Mamalode, In the Powder Room, and many others. She is the editor for The Reverie Journal, which will be releasing it's first poetry collection early October. She also hosts #writestuff TweetChat where writers talk about writing every Tuesday at 9 pm EST. She is a hillbilly hermit living in Honolulu with her Mathmagician.