Between the sheets of memories,

Somewhere in between reality 

and dreams.

and lovers 

You exist.

In the depths of the woods,

That cannot be controlled,

Or pulled tight like a corset,

You haunt me.

The river runs deep.

Be careful not to stumble

Until you find your way home 

The bottle always there.

Beckoning it's ugly fist.

Confusing realities

And brutalising wisdom.

The moon is still high.

But when girls become women

And games cannot be played.

The wolves howl.

I see your face.

Stark in its truth. 

The earth smells strong 

And we speak with no words again.