The Sum Of His Parts… Poem by Mark Heathcote

Beautiful shared thoughts
With two doves on each shoulder
An author - come, dove keeper,
You are turning me into a cannibal of poetry.
I think old age; will bring me maturity,
I've always been a kid at heart.

Vivid, colours I like them...
They, paralyze me
When. I look into your deep blue eyes
My body shakes with uncontrollable hives.
Touched by a painter's brush stroke
I am like a Jackson Pollock on the floor—drying,
Ooh, mercy me.

Just as satin isn't silk
The canvas isn't flesh or blood
An artist of whatever ilk
Can't create pieces out of just mud
Recreate a heavenly experience
Without tasting some guilty fruits
Lord, he too has to be much more than,
The sum of his parts.