Prometheus

You planted out a shrunken, pot-bound tree
and something in your whispers made it glow,
and something in your meanings made it grow.
Prometheus, you gave your fire to me
and watched as roots went snaking wildly out,
explored the yielding contours of the land
explored the landscapes laid out by your hand.
You watched and smiled and never had a doubt
that my wild roots could ever reach your heart
but my wild roots, alive as any vine,
grew into yours, to tightly intertwine
until it seems absurd that we could part.
There is no word for this strange thing we’ve found;
this unseen love that thrives beneath the ground.