The Kiss Of Eternity Poem by Mark Heathcote

Lover, your ripples linger on the horizon
enveloping the sum of all meaning
such wanton lust consumes-
itself only to be resurrected whole.

There are moments abandon reaching the shore
that never professed to belong to this world.
But are now lapping the shores of heaven
as I drown in the pools of your eyes, a stone.

What was once the centre is now mirrored?
Cast into a maze, one without rooms or exits.
These undulations swell to their girth,
and I am consumed forever by just one kiss.