Fuelled

Pour your fire down into my roots,
and I'll send mine up into yours,
and look what we do to each other —

the spine quickens, the green goes climbing,
my branches reach out hunting yours
and find them, and twine,

and out of the twining, a hundred flowers
no one planned and no one pruned,
red and reckless, drunk on the light.

You feed my height, I feed your spread,
and we come up louder than we ever were alone,
two lives roaring into one bloom.

Let it climb the house. Let it climb the sky.
Let it go gorgeously wild.
And the more we burn, the more we flower.