You Were Only A Sheep In Wolf's Clothing - Poem by Mark Heathcote
Your skin wet like lightening quivers
Peels sheds like a snakeskin
When; quicksilver slivers
Roll aback into a boat to sea.
Aroused as something else…
Watch the stars collide collapse
Sugar salts sweat crystalized forever
Molding faces into identical caps.
Sexual favours their rubbers
They were always wormwood.
Corroded into the cells cud!
How, could you fault these burrs?
When like a snake
You were only a sheep in wolf's clothing.
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