Biennial Bears Fruits (second draft)

Murray and Etheline: grafted
together and they throw out the life
that soaks in my hair
and beads on her neck.

Murray and Etheline:
orange flared trumpets feed the flies
and bees that she bleeds
when she bleeds and bruises when she bruises.

'Urray and Metheline rally for the sun
as much as the shade. They barter
for water, drink it
in their roots and spit it in our books.
The sent a letter to our house
and addressed it to me.

Endearment,
Give us your happys and sads
and include us in your talks.
If we can do more.
'Cause we don't give
enough of what we should
but want to die
as if we did.

Murray and Etheline: afraid
that the spider
barreling through the rain drops
knows what they bear. Keep still
when the sun and moon sound them.
Sit at our table and choose to keep
the secrets
the Fates commanded -

the heart and soul I gave them
to spare us.