Mark Heathcote (22/03/66 / Manchester)
Come with the throes of your love
Come here my damsel fly with a coupling dance
Come to my bed of reeds I'll do the romance
Come on tiptoes, heart pressed to heart
Come my flightiest one, in the morning depart.
Come in waves that crush all cares…
Come down on wing, down heavens backstairs
Come like a spider to' web my soul's flight
Come - my demon, with kisses hot sulphite.
Come with the throes of your love to declare
Come shimmering tonight my love - mid-air!
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