Not born,
but for each other made.
The jagged edges cut away
to shape the space
where you now fit.
Our oddly aranged
twisted limbs
interlocking
each with each.
Frankenstein-stiched,
you and I.
Simbiotic, at times
a horror; but too,
there is this:
Two trees,
red and purple plum
grafted together.
Roots and leaves,
stock and scion,
the whip and the tongue.
Bound,
and bearing rich fruit.
Thursday, October 07, 2010
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