Encore Poem by Mark Heathcote

Star colourful films of light
Dance in the mayhem of the night
Stiletto angles say it is cold outside.
But in here a meteor-fire inside
Showers with electrical anatomical sparks
A roaring sound ear-burst on the bulwarks
That stages in our veins a feeling of forever
A taste that spills over—
Like the comfort of fur on leather
Like a plate glass window acting as a mirror
Edge of a world that will be
Here and gone tomorrow forever.