[a love story]
To the vine, the tree said thus:
Look at you, poor thing!
Can’t stand straight,
condemned to crawl!
Come, dear one,
use me, climb
and survey
the vastness of the earth
rise!
To the tree, the vine replied:
Look at you, poor thing!
Rooted and immobile
denied exploration
and so, so very naked!
But fear not, love
conquests shall I forego
and encounters that delight,
I shall spin a yarn
clothe and decorate
and from embarrassment liberate!
