A Fool's Love Poem by Mark Heathcote

A fool's love, a fool's love is what you are.
Oh, I've got tiny blisters from all your kisses.
Oh, I've got damage you, only fumble on
when I cry in the night and lie that I'm alright.
A fool's love is what you are. Possessed am I
for sure, far from being saved
I'm a willing sacrifice, kissed in the ebony dark
with a broken heart. Every day I hear a harbour bell
warning me; there's a dangerous sea
I want to swim deeper into your eyes, your arms
ever deeper and drown, never to breathe again.
A fool's love without mercy is what I want
because I don't need a friend, I-just-need you,
like-I-need some basic provisions I-don't-need
locks and keys and walls that are just prisons
without parameters that lead me
back to the dangers of you. Oh, you might not
even-be-real, but I'm wilting milkweed in your arms.
It doesn't matter if you've no
Heart-shaped rose bowl vase
I am more than happy to-shrivel
In these shared organs breathing, kissing
Remembering all we've been to each other
and all we've ever done.