Your arms grow vine-like from your tree root shoulders
Twisting through mine and pulling forth fruit
I am your wooden lattice
Bring me your leaves
Your sunlight dance and flowers fair
Your jagged edges cutting dress patterns into me
Like claws with loving armor
Smoke curls from your fingernails and lips
Shadows playing music on your face
Wings stretch tentatively inside your skin
Trapped and yearning to fly
your neck is a poem
your calves are a poem
your lacy belly is a poem
your leather boots are a poem
you, my lily copper love
you
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