I touch only where you tell me to.

You told me to feel the vines

running along this rock Like the

veins skimming your skin

You told me once-

My sparrows can’t look away from you,

mirrors do nothing but show your face.

Tell me darling, are you having this problem?

I couldn’t answer you at all

I was practically nonexistent A shadow

until I felt those roots again-

feel you again-

A sparrow swoops close by.