Mark Heathcote Poems

Kneading those white buttocks
Back and forth, in greedy palms
Stretching over doughy flesh
He then holds her warm breasts
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Change is brought about by erosion
Look around, and you will all come to see.
That our progress is made verboten
Want something privatised that's easy?
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Once when I cried for freedom
For freedoms ancient sleep
I lay on my bed in my kingdom
Feeling sad so sad and bleak.
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Like ambrosia to my tongue
like nectar to a bee
like incense to a flower sprung
is your love for me?
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Our sexual rendezvous
Meet the glass full till empty.
That is the pleasure…
In not going, steady
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I have longed to kiss
that brow of sunken silence
I have longed to reminisce-
the furrowed arches she'd raised.
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Lift your head - look not in shadows.
Gaze not into murky dark pools
Raise high - let nothing foreshadow,
Let your heart be my muse.
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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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