young vine on an old tree
wrap your tendrilled arms
surround the trunk
caress old growth
infiltrate the canopy
parasite
welcome for your vines flower
weigh down these old limbs
laboring to support you
nourishing your needs
spent old growth
storms weathered
virility spent
succor this youth
amorous garote
when spent
your vines held aloft
till time calls home the branch
the wood
sleep
descent
borrowed heights reclaimed
the young vine
falls with it.