If We Were Trees, I’d Lean Toward You

If we were trees, I’d lean toward you. Our branches 

would tangle until no wind could blow us apart. 

If we were trees, our trunks would fuse, both of us

safe within the cocoon of our shared bark grooved. 

Inosculation

Not like strangler figs. Vampires, who suck

the nutrients from their hosts deplete them, leave 

the other tree but a dying husk.

Not like that. But rather:

Both of us growing together, our roots can move stone. 

Your shade my shade, your sun my sun 

Twined as one.