ivy

she codes into
my dreary vasculations,
impatient as the day
chasing dusk.

trace up an index
finger from the depths
of my maw;
she stirs deep
and dire.

husk, i sit
eroded by rampaging
risk. thumbs dripping
down the length
of her lyre.

bracing myself
for the aspiration,
i demand my lungs
resume their trust.