I Feel-The-Hairs-On The Back Of Your Neck Poem by Mark Heathcote

I feel your touch
A vapour on an up current
I feel your touch
A breath on the wind and water
A brush of a butterfly's wing
A snowdrop on my tongue
I feel your hand
My body sinks into you
Baby, you could be
The only quicksand I can safely lie on
My knees they shake
I feel-the-hairs-on the back of your neck
Your blue eyes like a lily pond
Fingers like a gentle fern frond
Dewy wet with love
Wet in the dawn
I feel your touch
It's like the mist around a mountain tulip
When the sunlight shines right on through it
Tremors in its petals
I feel your breath, like the arrival of the moonlight
And rise on an air current
And float on a butterfly's wing
On-a-moth's-driven-madness
And enchanted alight bird-like
I cling on to you for another night another dawn
Another night another dawn
Another night another dawn
For an eternity I'll clutch and cling on to you.