Mark Heathcote

Gold Star - 25,635 Points (22/03/66 / Manchester)

A Woman Called Hope - Poem by Mark Heathcote

A woman called Hope wearing red

Purses her lips like two vibrant rubies

This is youth, slender and tall

Looking for a man half decent to fall

She is a fever - wearing a pale blusher

Every man if they could want her

If only to raise their own body temperature

But Hope has a pout that says, look

But come no further

If truly, you want to be my lover.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, March 28, 2014

Poem Edited: Monday, July 24, 2017


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