Mark Heathcote Poems

If I covertly look into your eyes
I see before me my destiny. Clearly-
see my both hands resting on your warm thighs.
See our two lips kissing feverishly.
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I am the leaves of a tree
I am Aspen whispering about you
because I've nothing better to do
I spread my gold-dappled leaves over you
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If I could bathe in dew with you
capture a snowdrop longingly
descending on or amid our two
pursed pressed lips, turning blue.
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I want to dive into a flower.
Be engulfed by its desire.
I want to feel its living fire its power
Source, it's one-sunlight prior.
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The devil looks after me
He doesn't forsake me
Like an elder brother, he might taunt me
But he promises to love me.
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Loves a fruit that requires preserving
if stored, in an equable larder
that isn't hot-tempered isn't fluctuating
hot then cold - might even keep its ardour
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Beneath the tree of God
I am not sinful or sinless.
But if doomed, I am to die.
Can I borrow your lips?
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The biggest man-made monument to peace
Ever built was the Great Wall of China.
Troubled times constitute the building
of bigger and bigger walls.
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Dancing on their embarkations,
triangular-arrowheads enter the water
dispersing a blinding light, shimmering-
like a thousand fish mouths opening,
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