Mark Heathcote Poems

Is this night the night of the 'coffin fly? '
that will riddle down 6 feet under.
Deeper than deep
In short bursts of running.
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I‘ll plummet from here on in.
Dive into the depths of love
I‘ll gladly sink or swim
gaze at her beauteous
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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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Hewn from the strata of galaxies demure
inured with witchcraft heartbreakingly, pure.
The bride wears her wedding dress like it's haute couture.
Dressed in her heavenly gown made by Channel or Dior.
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Still, waters, moon-reflected
Let me swim through you
And drown my sins in their sorrow
In their darkness, I have swum
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Mother-nature what is the essence of spring
-does father berate you for turning back his sheets?
Does he wait in the wings with chilly deceits
Mother-nature you're waking up everything.
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God will save us for sure.
No need to worry, final
Children do not live in denial
God will save us for sure.
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She wanted him brought blindfold thrown at her feet.
Subject to all her desires, her whims
biceps bursting, submissive in defeat.
She wanted him expended on his aching forelimbs.
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Warm and snug - tight like a turtleneck
Tightly wound and sprung together
There wasn't a lever, could apart-us ever
We were two halves of a clothes peg.
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In love's summer, wilting flower chains
You bind my hands in fire and then ice.
Of my heart and soul, you demand flames.
You then request that I dance in a vice.
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