Mark Heathcote

Gold Star - 10,365 Points (22/03/66 / Manchester)

A Tenant Is He - Poem by Mark Heathcote

A tenant is he the would-be bee
Too husband a flower.
That wishes not, her ambles free
In fear of the seed-plougher!

O her rose of purest white
Now crimsons the purple night
Clings ravenous the bower
That would-be sting endower!

O she would, encapsulate!
All of his space and time...,
O she would, emasculate!
Him, bring him into her climbs.

Bring him into her watchtower!
He a homeless tenant, outlier...
He is her; man of the hour!
He is to be her bee emulsifier.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, February 16, 2012

Poem Edited: Sunday, March 23, 2014

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