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VII

May 18, 2013

From dark loam they stretched up to reach for the light;
e’er reaching, e’er reaching, to ‘scape from the night.
Together they ‘twined as they climbed towards the sky,
a green cord embracing a trunk mottled white.
He carried her upwards, she wrapped ‘round his spine
and circled him tightly—she had him entwined.
She drank from his roots and fed from his mind,
yet had a fair visage and looked to him kind.
She gave to him colour and held him so close
that he felt his heart thrum against her he loved most.
And this is how he’d choose to be ‘til the end,
for what if the vine and the tree were best friends?

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