Eves Love Entices The Phoenix - Poem by Mark Heathcote
Eves love entices men to ponder what were real
Naught anymore could be vouched the same:
She left desert pangs, a thirsting ordeal
Like a phoenix rising out of hot flame
Guess you were a mirage one could all taste.
Could water spar in medicinal baths,
Not feel their passions extinguished or erased.
Your love seduces men to wander paths
These miracles of time and existence
Mustn't now elapse like grain dunes of sand:
Nothings explained from a short distance.
…Takes just the frond finger tips of her hand
Across your spine, know where your future rests…
There where your two winged breasts, now all connects?
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