vines

oh yeah, was supposed to post this too, wasn't i?

. . .

at night, the vines creep down and cover over us--
your sleeping form beside me--
spied on by blossoms surreally iridescant.
the vines crawl up our arms,
twist around your waist,
slide over my hips,
binding my body to yours;
butterflies light on your cheeks,
tendrils slipping over your sweet shoulders.
i kiss your hair,
not fighting the leaves that slide,
slick green, over my eyes.