There was a way through
The blackberry bushes
That scratched your skin with purple stains
You showed me your breasts
By the elm before the disease
That kissed death
Quitely
There was a way through
The blackberry bushes
Back home
The sun was shining
For sure
Exposing you for what you are
Nipples
And thorns
It's dinner time
My knees are scabbed
I'm heading home.