Mark Heathcote Poems

A poison text...
A poison flower...
In a poison, heart...
'How can we draw blood?
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Love is effortless they say.
Some compare it to child's play
But whatever it is, it's neither
Child's play, nor effortless
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When the evening light fades
through its lineage of blue
I hear an angel singing
and I swear it must be you
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Love is a freelance writer
If you want my real answer
Please don't take dictation
This is only an oral examination.
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My love...

Air tastes plum sweeter in my lungs
in my mouth after a tropical storm
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Love is a sacred red rose
First, you must breathe its

Hot fiery scented clothes
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If beauty could let' her love to me
like the white buds on a magnolia tree
what a nature in my soul there would be
what a freedom in my breast for thee
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Aloft to my angel, my angel child
that winged my heart flutters with joy.
I wish to bring ye young one home
and clothe thy bones with flesh and blood
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Kneeling; I pointed out to my child,
Who really as yet doesn't speak?
Look" I said: the sky is wild,
And grey. Look" at its cheek"
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