She embraces the deepest crevices
It’s comforting, the repetition of her voice
Soothing to the soul, she makes her home
Running through the crimson tunnels,
Pumping, dancing, alive
She likes feeling you stir, restless, uneasy
She finds comfort in your fight
Intertwined, like wisteria growing, attaching, taking over.
Her roots are strong, her branches suffocating.
Her beauty, desired.
anything she takes over becomes obsolete, antiquated.
She consumes you,
You embrace her
You are united.