A Segment Of You Poem by Mark Heathcote

I'll swallow the sun, a segment of you
And watch the flowers dancing in the dew
And darling, you with eyes of violet-blue.
I'll watch the hummingbird in restless flight
Whisper and blow you a kiss behind your ear
And in that moment of shattered light
When the stars and sand turn to poetic glass
I'll break like a vase to reminisce about the moon
Serpentine on your skin and you're stocking legs
Sure, the moon will turn bloody
It's got to serve somebody, darling it might
Be the devil. I'll swallow a segment.
At a time and swallow my pride.
You might be Lucifer's bride.
But I thank the lord,
The lord in my stupor, you are mine.

Darling, I've never climbed Everest
Or crossed a desert for you
But darling, for one more final segment of time
With you, I'll pray to the lord,
To be a hummingbird in restless flight
And kiss the dew, the flower nap of you.
Oh, for just one more segment of time with you
I'll even be thankful to Satan, you're mine.
Burning with desire and love for me tonight.
Oh, darling, who knew swallowing the sun
all day long could be so pretty?
Be such a fatal, happy disease.

Ha, ha, oh lord, I'll succumb to a hummingbird
looking up at the stars for one more night in her bed.
Ha, ha, oh lord, let the dew on the flowers be fed
like I've been newlywed or born.