Stemming.

Slicing my heart into tiny bits,

And pestling the pieces with blunt edges,

I crushed out its wetness

And fed it to the seed to grow.

The seed grew into a plant

And sung with the beats of my heart.

Its roots grew through my veins,

Almost indistinguishable by then.

Took every bit of air from my lungs,

and the tiny leaves grew one by one,

Into a canopy that could even hide the sun.

The sapling grew in to a gargantuan tree.

Its roots entangled between my bones and nerves

I laid down looking at it,

With a peaceful grin.

And then I declared,

"You are mine and I am yours."