Mark Heathcote Poems

I like it when you down-tools and kiss me
when you gaze at me, eyes caramelised.
Sending shivers down my spine out to sea
where you, rescue me, before-I'm-capsized.
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Everything feels solid
But everything's really, snow
And it's all just, sadly silently melting away
And then we're all gone
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Birds of paradise, how they surround us
How they zing with colour into the zeniths
Tropical flowers, how they delight us
Exploits garish or with becalm genteelness.
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Don't let rainclouds spoil the view
our tears are flowers, too.
that move mountains with a smile
a clear-country mile.
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I am four sheets to the wind
Going blind
And I can't make up my mind
If I should shout or sing!
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I taste your lipstick
It's a prophecy I can't resist.
I follow you in a bee's dance
to a flowers nap, and take my lance
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Breath of life; let me follow.
Whatever misfortunes suspend
Breath of life; let me follow.
Where you begin, you end.
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There are times I want to climb mountains.
And walk through mauve flowering heather bells.
Sometimes, I can't find any happy outcomes.
A ghost walks beside me; nothing repels it.
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When did his focus on life
Turn to death as though,
Annulled—there wasn't a drop left.
Lungs like two emptied bagpipes
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Beauty is all around us.
if we have the eyes to see it
the heart to reach out and touch it
the soul to spend an eternity in its pleasure.
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