Mark Heathcote Poems

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211.
The House Of Love

True love is a mirror.
What you see
is what you get.
And what you give-
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212.
Playful Fingers…

He kisses me like a caterpillar
curling in a sun-aroused-flower
so playful is his desire, his ardour
my carpel wishes are to enclose
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213.
The Call Of Winter Weather

The night sobbed
her heart-out near-fully,
that is why the day arises happy.
Joyous as a songbird full of mirth
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214.
The Stained Glass Windows

God has turpentine the walls
and brushed out the cobwebs
and wax-polished the floors
but He always resists cleaning-
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215.
For A Short Time—only?

For a short time—Only?
Needing—without Hoping
Wishing—without Wanting
Gazing—without Looking
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216.
My Soul Is Teething For Your Love

When will you adopt my heart?
Like a child in its cradle
I am like a green flower plucked
dehydrating on an evening's vigil.
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217.
It's All Love Coos… A Turtle Dove

He who vents anger towards god
and says he doesn't exist?
Couldn't-be more of a believer
then he who goes church on Sunday
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218.
Gods Garden Of Sunshine

Our way-would calling?
Star pulsed, lover.
'Who's hearts a purple emperor?
Teased-out of a milk-white flower'
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219.
When, You Became A Reality

'When you became a reality to me
Not the falling petals of a dying rose tree.
The enchanted meltings of recent snow.
Not a tale of long ago!
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220.
Her Legs Are Like Earrings

Her legs are like earrings I've never worn.
They're something to be dangled,
before an electrical storm,
like a fig vine, she snakes through my mind.
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