besotted

 
progressive tones of green entreat me
into the forest keep
where I am besotted
the tree guardians whisper

be watchful

perilous desire runs through me
I am observed by the fairy few
my feverous need contagious

I go deeper still
I am hunted by passion
it follows closely at my heels
catching me unaware in my reverie
thoughts of lust assail me in my most peaceful moments
akin to love but not quite

it is with deep want I ponder
I seek the green for a moment's reprieve
my sanctuary of hope

instead, it closes in on me and answers
we fear your dreams
an ache so deep can't be quenched
on your way mortal lass
into your deepest dreams go forth