Temporarily Aligned Poem by Mark Heathcote

Temporarily aligned, a running bead of sweat
our hearts beating faster
Our faces flushed with blood look twenty years younger
It's a pleasure you cannot temper into cold steel
It's too searing and malleable to be brittle
Oh, your arms are like cooling hot bitumen
Darling, don't let me go
I see a sunrise, newly glowing
A mélange of pit snakes in the desert
They're all lonely-twisting in the chill sand
Hissing, take me home, take me home, slithering
Like mercury, I need a women's warming, warming touch
I see bed sheets moonlit descending to the floor
And I see you holding me tight-forevermore
Till my hair smoulders from gold to silver
Till I no longer is given over to surrender
But like an ear of wheat
A head of corn I-too-am ready to fall.
Temporarily aligned, love bursting in my eyes.