Root

Root (2nd April 2008, 9.17am)

At first tentative,
White, translucent fingers
Creep into crevices

Where only dark penetrates
And no trace of sunlight lingers.

Seeking other root endings,
Nerves and synapses,
Pleasure censors,
Growing stronger and more deliberate,
Roots multiply, cell by tiny cell,
Centimetre by centimetre
And the dark earth dilates
And moistens to ease their passage.

You grow a pathway
To lead me down,
Me a modern day Persephone
Seeking out Hades
In your underworld,
Changing the seasons,
Bringing spring where there was winter,
Melting ice and snow.

Root,
Turning the damp ground,
Searching for water,
Springing from your well
To feed my fingers
As my desire grows.