Nerves are rooted in the brain,
They carry you around your own and other people’s heads.
They’re xylem and thoughts are water
The water builds the stem and other green parts.
I can’t make you from sunlight or pull you from the ground.
I can’t quite build you up.
I’d rather sit with you body to body.
Let’s dig a hole in the soil and live among the roots.
Get off my nerves and into my bed.
Wrap your tendrils round my branches,
Vines pull us close and we grow together.