Outside Out

Two words
together
gather each other
up as arm
and hand
fingers out of glove
so many combinations
concatenated
two friends who
shall not separate
until the dawn of a new line
a new lime
whose globules of acerbic verdure juice
will melt the space between 
and be as the pines
against the lazuli back
spinal in their chords
one linked to the next
nervous
ever ready to enchant
the sun
or its rain-borne millions.