Mark Heathcote Poems

We could be eco-lovers
adopt a 'hands-on' approach
we could be gentle sisters & brothers
let ignorance breed, fan its flames
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The crab claws of the moon held my breath
In its pincers, I am all out of breath
And nearing death, because I loved her/you
—I'm chronologically wiser than are you
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We're composed of shadows meeting on the lawn
our bodies bump like boats in the boathouse
yearning to cut through waves, leave at dawn.
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In their throes of love, a tree rocks
Back and forth, roots near uplifted
Hold tight; a fear a paradox-
Comes to them, all subsidised.
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Love, pen me your innermost thoughts
darling so that my heart may whorl
and, sense under candlelight the moths
madness to dance and burning twirl.
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I share your hopes
I share your desires.
I share your heart
I share your religion.
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One dark stand against the world
can light up and ignite the universe.
The voice of change for justice
is fierce; unafraid it can't-be-coerced
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There are seven ways to devour a cake
the first let its delicious smell intoxicate you
the second is to let your eyes self-implode.
The third gaze in lustful desire,
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With bottle tops, a watch strap weaved in her hair
she's an enchantress - she's a Witchy affair.

Her full lips pouting pushed forward, blushed with gold
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I have a heart of ice; I think it's nice
But don't be shocked, don't be all open-mouth
"Friends are for life", nothing kept, imprecise
There are glaciers to both the north and south.
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