TO THE END; YOUR HEART 

FOR THE KEYS TO TREES

i take ropes, and

hang them from vines.

to intertwine more of

your veins into mine.

i haven't got the keys,

to your flowering eyes.

you open and shut them

at will, to tease my eyes,

that bloom like leaves.

pulling at the streams

running through me,

you're still mean,

but you're still mine.