twining

blackened stems

mate and stroke

squeaking rub

as the wind

joins in behind

making a huge

bowing threesome

maybe more arms

twining a weave

bending apart

many feet above

meeting after dark

raw sore ends

twigs arching up

broken curved bits

flailing down low

in a dark stormy

night of love

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