Yeah, read it into it what you will, a reader always does. But I will remind you, it’s about the vine. It always is.

He stands before her
She is naked
Innocent
Fresh
Exposed
Vulnerable
All life and limbs
His hot breath on her bare extremities
Cuts the chill of the biting morning air
She quivers

He stands before her
Coaxing from her
Gentle beauty
Development
Growth
Potential
She grows
She develops
All the promise of the future

He savors each moment with her
As if it’s their last
He’s tender
Gentle
Caring
Nurturing
Cultivating
He loves her
Sees things in her no other sees

He persuades her
Tugs her
Pulls her
Supports her
Tucks her in
He moves her
And she surrenders to his will
Letting him guide her
To where he wants her to bo

He stands before her
His strong and agile hands
Dirty
Fondling her
Her juicy flesh
Her plump fruit
And she does what she must
She submits
She succumbs

He stands before her
Charming her
Encouraging her
He wants her to finish
Hopeful of her potential
He picks
He plucks
He casts her off
Leaves her to be savored by others

She stands alone
Stripped
Bare
Crushed
Squeezed
Squashed
A shell of what she once was
And she thinks only of him
He who allowed her to be

She retreats into herself
Quiet
Dormant
Still
She wonders if he even remembers
Knowing he only thinks about the next
As she prepares to give all of herself
To her love
Again