You the melody
I the harmony
twist and grab onto our skins
In perfect rhythm
...
Singing Branches
You the melody
I the harmony
twist and grab onto our skins
In perfect rhythm
We intertwine like vines
Around branches of blackened bark
Worn, damp
But forever fortified
For alone wet debris
would cake up against our wood
seep into our skin
drench our branches
until we crumbled
tumbled
and broke our song