Like a vine to a limb.
June 15, 2008
Like a summer born vine,
clasped to a limb,
wrapped and entwined,
organically trimmed.
Twisting around,
together, tied in it’s curls.
Wound and, as one, bound
grasping the underside, as it furls.
Like a knotted cord,
over bark and branch, tethered.
Garnished and dotted,
spreading leaves, speckled and weathered.
Like a vine to a limb,
lover’s paths entwine.
Laced over time and again,
as together they climb.
