I Conceptualize Poem by Mark Heathcote

I have wandered lonely paths
in search of my salvation.
I have entered woodland tracks
in stealth for affirmation.

I have looked into your eyes
and disappeared in a fog.
Love, I conceptualize
My Footprints are a travelogue.

Leave worn paths serpent-winding
that has entered a meadow
like a damselfly winging,
music, singing falsetto.

I am, indulged by a light
that's blinding and yet healing
it gives me courage tonight
sufficient, I'm cartwheeling.

I'm a caught fish on a line
I'm a sea pearl that's known
more dark blind alleys, algae-
dark tow paths dated predawn.

Than any man can remember
but I wake up each morning
earlier and earlier, a dissenter
or happier, still non-conforming.

Love, I conceptualize
My Footprints is a travelogue
where we both rubbed thighs
and were equally hypnotised
By just gazing into each other's eyes.