The forest knows

your secret

toes

Rumpelstiltskin shows

there are no holes in his hoes

Bros

kissing in the stream

past midnight

I miss a flight

The forest calls

brings me to my knees

and whispers

secrets of caftans and brie

drunk in glee

after midnight tea

and a sea

of turtles passing by

I fly over the forest

and find the captive prince

Five thousand quid if you bring his head

alive

this is no science fiction

If you went to the forest

will you find yourself

as you went to ruins

or someone else?

In the forest

I digress

My life is no longer a mattress of a mess