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.

Evergreen feels the ways
in which my limbs are used
warding off the fear
of entrapment
loosening the strain
unashamed.
of what I've done-
I’ve grown on you
tangling up your senses.

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.