Fish Out Of Water Poem by Mark Heathcote
Fish Out Of Water
It's now you feel like a fairground fish
Sloshing around, waiting and hoping
That, that bag doesn't burst.
Fall apart in the clutches of her damp palms
Waiting for that first open-mouth kiss.
I'll lick your wounds if you'll lick mine
You lick my wounds, and I'll lick yours
That must be how it all began healing
It takes many years and a lot of liquor
Till the heart once again learns how to quiver.
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