This morning
I was wrapped up in him
A tangle of roots and branches
Twigs, leaves, dry, red, yellow, green and pungent humus
We wove each other down into the rich earth
and lifted ourselves upwards towards an open sky
entwined with vines, bursting with shoots
and within we were burning brighter than any star
cool, fresh, live with sap
diffuse with air
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