You are the
trellis
to my climbing rose,
-
together, we make
the arc.

Without you,
they would run free
& indiscriminate,
climbing the walls and
the furniture alike.

You are the
frame,
the structure needed to
hold them
in their wild beauty

to
contain,
never
control
-
to come
together,
as a
thing
of
splendor.