The Woods

Waking up in the middle of the woods.
Naked in the middle of the woods.
I’ve seen all the wolves in this place.
I’ve been a wolf in this place.
I’ve been watching the rats in the race.
I was a rat in the race.
I’ve seen the love in me fade.
I am no longer here: the place I fear, the place that fills me.
You are: the words I feel, the knot that heals, the place I kneel to.

Tell me that you want to leave with me.
Tell me that you want to go with me.
Don’t you want to get out of here?
Out of the woods?

We walk down to the ocean, your sarcasm heavy laden on me.
Your eye contact leaves a message.
My love stacked on top of the trees.
You brought me down to the river & you pushed me in hoping that the white rapids would challenge my ability to swim.
You are the words I feel.
You’re how I deal.
You’re who I run to.

Tell me that you want to leave with me.
Tell me that you want to go with me.
Don’t you want to get out of here?
Out of the woods?

I walk you down to the willow to show you the leaves.
I say ‘they are just like us, ever changing into the breeze’.
You pick up two handfuls.
You tell me ‘they’re all dried up & dead’.
You know that’s nothing like us.
We’ll live forever instead.

Tell me that you want to leave with me.
Tell me that you want to go with me.
Don’t you want to get out of here?
Out of the woods?