Tiptoe Through the Forest

Fingers tiptoed, through forbidden forest,

trembling, as leaves shook in their boots,

dark clouds and shadows fell in shame,

a screech owl, cried into the night,

then a hand, reached out and touched,

calmed the sea and opened the sky,

each other's fingers, interlocked,

as the sun spread orange marmalade,

hand in hand, they licked their jam,

sweetness of love, bestowed within,

never did they think this as a sin,
but fate, in the wood's walk of life,

alas, fingers hushed lips..softly, they kissed