Mark Heathcote

Silver Star - 3,575 Points (22/03/66 / Manchester)

My Soul Is Teething For Your Love - Poem by Mark Heathcote

'When will you adopt my heart?
Like a child in its cradle.
I am like a green flower plucked'.
Dehydrating; on an evening's vigil.

'My soul is teething for your love,
Hunger fills my every desire
There cut; in need of sustenance'.
To sustain the ambiance of fire!


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, July 31, 2012

Poem Edited: Wednesday, August 1, 2012


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