Mark. A Heathcote Poems

Amongst the snowdrifts,
I see you like a dandelion-seed, spendrift.
And I ask myself, do you not desire this union?
With each bonding aspect of our journey together
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We all want to control things beyond our control.
To our detriment, we push and pull in all directions.
And yet, as the fabric of our lives unfolds
It unravels with every tug, so what am I to do?
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There is a rose in every candle flame
Where the heat is at its highest point
It's here my love & I meet to reclaim
Our ceremonial oils and anoint…
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Let me touch and kiss you like an apple blossom.
Let my two lips wind like black centipedes.
Serpentine your spine; let me be Merlin.
Ah, listening, magically... the reeds.
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Let's be frank, worlds are doing cartwheels.
At the tremulous click of her heels.
Whilst doing her "peacock dance", spinning wheels
What superimposes, anneals
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Do I remember the day we met?
I forget what day it was, what time it was,
where I was, but in my heart, I became a dancer.
I became a dancing creature, amazed in the meadow watching you.
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She ran headlong far away in disgust.
From her prize dahlia, like it had black flies.
Was it withered up when about to hybridise?
Couldn't she spare some water for its dust?
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Reaching into the hourglass
Emptying the sand out
There's always a tomorrow.
With an external hand
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Oh, how I wish death weren't prolonged.
Where are you going, my heart of wonder?
Chasing gentian folk, lightning-tongued
Now that the rising pain starts to thunder
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Her moods are like ever-changing rain clouds.
Some days I want to float with her.
And whatever enshrouds, I'm happy inside.
Drifting over oceans and deserts bestir …
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