Black Ladder Poem by Mark Heathcote

Black Ladder



Black ladder I long
To finger to feel
A pulse a curve
Pulsating inward

Grinning outwards
An ageless smile
Horizons on the pillow
As I still mountaineer
Clinging hold of her brazier

Vertigo dizzies itself on a cleft
One more swing-out and in
And the fabric of the world
Will fit into a rubber skin

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