Not of Blood But Fierce

Tightly holding to one thin branch like sister oranges wonderfully joined for affections to have their own vision rolling with each other’s best interest as a moving tyre life is a rock to one, the other gives a mattress when snakes threaten the second, the first clears the grass so genuine is this bond that both intents wear uniforms beautifully solidify into a sweet chocolate two wheels of the bicycle they roll riding with the pedal donated by life love has nourished their souls with one breast growing old to defy the bond of blood and gene.