Mark Heathcote

Gold Star - 25,665 Points (22/03/66 / Manchester)

Before You've Brushed Your Teeth - Poem by Mark Heathcote

I love the morning sun...
That shade before the sun comes up
When you suck your gums before you've brushed.
I love it, when your mood, is still slightly, moody...
When the sun is still hidden in a cloud.
When the thunder comes raining down
That's when I'm waiting for the rainbows climb
And your love to strike me down.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, August 21, 2014

Poem Edited: Friday, July 28, 2017


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