Mark Heathcote

Gold Star - 6,105 Points (22/03/66 / Manchester)

Daylight Love - Poem by Mark Heathcote

Her loneliness she'd placed
In a darkened—basement
Her eyes had grown quite tired of.
Tired of—the cellar its grates
She wanted his blood spatters
Of love to stop, dripping,
And pour down the cellar walls…
Like a scarlet stream of moonlight.

She wanted a new seeping dawn
A velvet casket of stars—
She needed his suns warmth,
Leaching, suckling, vampirism:
'Needed the sunlight's faucet fixed.
So her emotionalism's tap' could runneth over …
And fill the night with 'daylight love'.


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the first of 2 versions the other... This daylights love...

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, February 3, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, February 4, 2013


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