Let's separate our plants – they are becoming too entwined!

Mine, twisting its long tentacles around yours;

yours, which is so delicate, so easily upset, so hard to please…

I am sure it too dislikes my plant's longing,

hopeful, tender tendrils' touches,

just like you dislike and shy away from mine,

when you flinch and purse your fingers to avoid my hand

in all exchanges between us.