Vines

I love you. Do you know that?
I mean, do you understand it,
do you feel it, pouring out of me,
stretching toward you like vines
reaching for the light, curling
outward and wrapping around
the fence or the tree or whatever
stands in the way until nothing remains
visible but the green overtaking
and covering everything.
That’s how love works, you know?
It just grows and spreads
and finds every crack and bump
and expands into that space,
until you can’t separate the love
from what is loved.