Mark Heathcote [none] (22/03/66 / Manchester)
Poems of Mark Heathcote
|341.||It was in self-defense, I'm quite sure||6/21/2012|
|342.||It’s Easier To Fall In Love||12/23/2013|
|343.||It's All Love Coos… A Turtle Dove!||7/22/2012|
|344.||Japanese Water Chimes||7/20/2013|
|345.||Jesus I need a carpenter like you||2/21/2014|
|346.||Jewels In Our Souls||11/25/2012|
|348.||Join me listen to the sitar players theorise…||5/31/2012|
|349.||Joy is a raft to salvation||2/15/2014|
|350.||Joy jumps heart to heart||2/16/2012|
|351.||Joyous moonlight I'm no broken sunlight||2/16/2012|
|352.||Just how did you miss me?||2/14/2014|
|353.||kingdom of the wind||2/16/2012|
|355.||Language is the kingdom||8/24/2011|
|356.||Laura of the setting sun valleys||12/15/2013|
|357.||Lay still my beating heart!||2/16/2012|
|358.||Lay waste to my own dark wastelands||7/28/2012|
|359.||Let her be as Eve was to Adam||12/18/2013|
|360.||Let me feel the rapture of ecstasy||2/16/2012|
Hewn from the strata of galaxies demure!
Inured with witchcraft; heartbreakingly, pure.
The bride wears her wedding-dress like haute-couture
Dressed in her heavenly gown made by Channel or Dior!
Poised like a vision, sumptuously, dressed and veiled.
She; supernatural swan like sailed…
Stunningly, intoxicating; like a little creature divine!
She takes up her grooms arm whispers thou, shall be mine.