What Uninhibited Riverbanks Have Yet To Brake? Poem by Mark Heathcote

What will rescue love when it's irreversibly old?
When nothing longer glitters mentions, they once had fun
when every day is as autumn casting off spun gold
what will liberate, when every shadow, masks a sun?

What will revive their lost sleepy curiosity?
When every heartbeat; slumbers a vole, within its hole.
"Silky feels, stockings stretching, desires viscosity."
Arouse probing dormant minds into absent control.

What uninhibited riverbanks have yet to brake?
What unsolicited spontaneities have they left?
To remind themselves that once nothing was opaque
nothing in their hearts or lives was ever once bereft.