Traces Of An Eternal Flame Poem by Mark Heathcote

Fingers flesh out desire
Tease then set her soul on fire.
He traces given of some eternal flame
Without any more claimants
Without any more resistance
She does call out his name?

Love is their torchlight.
Sleep their only dark, partite
Singly, they are but one.
One-starry sky, a jarred,
One landmass, one ocean,
Underpinned like a mansard.

She is his north, his east,
His west and south…
Together, they'll outexist.
All other chief lusts of drought
'Bract in a dripping stem of salt
Tell - who could find them at fault.'