i.
i told you that i might not get there;
your sky-blue soul, tainted, tainted.
dancing within trees
enticing, devouring, recreating the innocents

ii.
you laughed as you unhooked my words
rearranged them in the air
and fed them back to me
( they tasted milky, honeyed, sweet )

iii.
i could taste the colour of your smirk
as you lifted the branch over me
the water was cold at the bottom of the river
but the forest was deep
the forest was alive
i was alive

iv.
i forgot myself
part of the earth, part of the sacrifice
fingers raw and red and holy
as i picked apart my mortal sanity.