The Climbing Plant
Tend to the call
of my tender tendrils
as they wait
for a suitor to arrive
lull me and ease me
into the night.
you are evergreen
feeling the ways
in which my limbs are used
and no longer
fear entrapment
as I loosen the tension
unashamed
of having grown on you
your senses
are left entangled
the weight
of the connection
unshakable
I suffocate your body
with tender clasps
my appendage-
a hunting tool that makes
off into the bush
and together we stalk our prey.
We move through hungry passages
where it's easy for you
to forget what I am
knowing I've never had the
appetite to strangle
anything for sport.