Lyric IV

 

 

I waited silent, then,

long sought,

 

your vines twine up and round, down me

oh cooled, your skin from sun

 

tensed stillness, all hairs sensate

dew drawn on each tip

 

brushed by the deliberate crawl of your contact

every inch in grasping presence

 

I inhale your light, exhale green life

your thousand branches not withheld

 

fingers found light

leaves gasped, uncurled

 

untaught, you knew where to tap a deep sap

unknown, untasted sugars within me

 

your fruiting body waxes and bursts

darkly overflowing lips

 

you wrap and flex in earth-shared skin

you eclipse my world from my awareness

 

I who surrender to be smothered by you

encircled in your soft vines

 

 

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