My Plant

This is a poem about being so comfortable with someone that speech becomes unnecessary in order to enjoy their presence. You can simply enjoy the fact that they are there...Like you can a plant.

Symbiotic. Sharing air in my infinite bedroom.

Compressed, by our breaths as they bloom.

And a time-lapse shows that our shadows are the only things that move.

Across the room through the highlight tunes.

I've got a plant and I'll name it after you.

Exist with me, slow me with your catatonic activity.

Poised on pause with potential energy.

And we know we don't have to move. 

Suspended and aware.

Inanimate, in tune.

I've got a plant and I'll name it after you.

So we're growing where we sit. 

With our gravity and our roots. 

And the flux of my thoughts,

is the fluid that waters you.

I've got a plant and I named it after you.