Your blotchy skin is mine.
So is your small form curled against me for a lullaby.
"I wonder when..."
You have my heart of strong bricks.
My love for you as tender as the skin grafts on your forearm.
Inextricably intertwined, are we.
My willow girl,
Bending and thin, swishing with the wind
There is something right between us.
I am never more worthy
Your eyes know me, hold me, and I won you with a quarter.
Your sap feeds my heart.
You give and you give
You break down walls to breathe the fresh air
You are cloud-stepping, full-hearted
Sister to my soul
Sister of my body
Daughter of my heart