mycelium

He picks them tenderly from their shared mother

She shares them willingly without resistance or bother

Upon his lips he tastes the earth

And so, the earth tastes him

Now they are one, yet they have always been

Only now he sees her in the way she was born to be seen

Ripened is the glow that threads the two a pair

Sweeter is the taste when he breathes in her air

He is vulnerable to her

And in return she hugs him close

Their bond is made eternal

And he thanks her for her dose