part i - xylem
isn’t it beautiful
that you look to me for direction
yet i look to you for support,
that i need not open my mouth
for you to know what to say.
that i offer my shoulder
before you break down,
and that i can look in your eyes
and know when you lie.
there is an ease
that we find in sisterhood.
both light
and dark.
part ii - phloem
(i have always been the moon
and you have always been my sun.)
is this why
i rather bite my tongue
and fill my mouth with blood
before i say i love you?
because you arrive at meaning
before I even depart.
or
is it the fear
that you will discover
how to move out of my shadow
and be your own fire
that i must first
put you out
before
you ignite.
— reflexions | xylem and phloem