Jungle Poem

Your hold on me
a jungle two years growing
I hack and cry
your scratching vines
piercing my veins
pulling me down to the dirt
thick air stifles
stems tickle my wrists
to spasmodic frenzy
you are a pro
your handsome face
your thorns
caress me, rain flowers
impale me on your root
honey and venom
drip from the same dark tree
dizzy from the heat
but still ensnared
I try
I try again
to break away.