stalk
the beanstalks
slithered up the legs
of you and your lover
when you first
happened to fall
on each other
twisting themselves
around your finger
and tying knots
so you could never forget
the good times
the leaves grew
encompassing more
than just your vision
and those same stalks
kept spinning
around and around
until neither of you knew
what was truth
or what was real
or which of you was the culprit
and there i was,
near sleep in the same room
tramping around
as he strummed his guitar
and you sang along
jaded enough
to recognize
you each loved this song
more than you loved each other
anymore
but who’s to say
this love is wrong
and
who should be the one to save you?
come lie with me.