The Forrest

Taste of blue; the ghosts roll in; fickle
fog; fickle fog; fickle
Just me; why just me; is it just me
Rum on wood; a softly bitter taste; succinct
rain; succinct rain; succinct
Sugar in ashes; an erotic asphyxia; nimble
dust; nimble dust; nimble
Wild to chains; a quiver in the leaves; wary
shadows; wary shadows; wary
Flesh of solidity; this winking warning through the trees; curious
light; curious light; curious
Are you; where are you; who are you
Sugar in ashes; an erotic asphyxia; nimble
Rum on wood; a softly bitter taste; succinct
Taste of blue; the ghosts roll in; fickle
Just you; with just me; let it be just you and me.


Copyright Christine Locke