Amateur Ivy

Poetry prowess is a thing for practice,

like muscles, meditation, music, and patience,

but partner pairing is something like a lattice:

cross-stitched, beautiful, and woven with nascence

of two blooms bursting or dew collecting

or a white sun consummate with sarmassation.

To weave the lines in sharp angles reflecting

the rules of a society we pledge in sponsion

seems untrue. There is a plainer path in the ascension

of ivy fraught with briar, petal, and pistil.

Elevation; slickness. In such tensile loft lies syncytium,

when lovers lie in form fruition: a verdant castle.

       Though lovers’ limbs admix like the streets of Rome,

       may leaves lift you when rain renders shelter home.