VINES They whispered to each otherwhat would become lies.Sometimes they called it love.Through the yearsvines grew on their bedeventually trapped their skin. Inside them light dimmed.Sex not a figmentof the imagination,just another secretion.A distraction frominevitable intrusionsof work to doand bills to pay. Thinking made it fasterand money easierto brave the crowdand endure each task.Accomplishment not … Continue reading VINES