Inosculation

You are my flame and I
am yours

As the year pass by
and we stay
not as a mountain to be eroded apart
but as two young saplings
reaching out

towards each other
and up and out

without your joy
I struggle to be alive

and without me
your joy seems to fade

You are my flame
and I am yours



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Written on 2016-01-26 at 11:19

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Nancy Sikora
I love the metaphor of being two saplings reaching out, branches intertwined rather than the solid mountain that can be worn away; I love the growth and resilience that is implied.
2016-02-23