“Out of seeds we grew...”

Out of seeds we grew

into each other,

our fingers like roots wrapping round our unsteady palms.

Blind vines grasping a tree trunk,

unsure of themselves like a murmured vow.

Two lungs in need of air,

we are desperate and afraid

of the same silences that stalks us.

So, we keep warm in one another

living a dream,

aware that we are sleeping.

I want

to escape the cold, by finding warmth,

in a setting sun.