Entangling Vines

​We are two vines, entangling, and growing into an art piece the angels will tell stories of when we are long gone. You are mine and I am yours. How the angels know this and the content of my heart.

but to love

is to find a soul
so inspiring

we dig our hands

into our chest

and pull out a life force

that has been guarded

so vigorously

with every rib in our body

and bring it to the surface

handing it to another

while it is still connected to us

knowing that if it were to be damaged

we would be destroyed

have I led an angle to hellfire?

you were Godly

and all-powerful

and now

whether you knew or not

you have renounced it all

and become mortal

and powerless

for being human

means to love

and to die

how could I have been so stupid?

​for to hold me close

is to lose both your hands

what have I done!