She’s Taken Root (Writhing Tendrils Speak To You)

And now...her lips

Like squiggly lines...

Become alive

Inside your mind!...

And now...her finger-

tips, and locks...

...As bit by bit

Her precious stock

Begins to rise up

Like a flag,

That you salute

So heedlessly...

...Her eyes, her hips,

Her pretty feet...

...She's taken root,

Her arms

Like boughs

Stretch across the

Sealed glass...

...Your window frame

Of fond commitments

Cannot

Deny her,

So don't dare ask

The swirling heavens

For fresh cards.

She scratches out

A tune for you, and

Wrestling with feelings

Of self-

debasement,

You wonder

How you'll leave her

When she's

Etched across your

Soul...

...Now that it's real,

And was foretold,

She shimmers like the

Severed cable

From a downed power-

line who's

Black, and peeling skin

Sparks your yearning

To slow down,

And take

All things electric

Deep inside your

Screaming mind...

...You can implant her

If you wish...

But, it's too late...

...She's taking root,

And now you breathe her

With each breath

Up through your sinus,

To your head...

...She's become something

So true!...

As here she thrives...

...Now bearing fruit.

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2018

Bunny Villaire