Cover my body
		over and under.
		We are one and the same

		as we inch along branches,
		bear my weight upward
		seeking the sunlight,

		sinuous, sensuous.
		We twist and gnarl
		in steady progression.

		Leaves and thorns,
		wandering tendrils
		wrap around tree trunks,
		burst through the canopy,
		bask in the altitude,
		anchored securely below.

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