Flotsam Poem by Mark Heathcote

Flotsam



I danced in the flames of her love
tongues of wantonness trembled inside me.
I yearned for her bones' resting place
for those joyful tears on her face.
Now I'm like a seabird downing in her arms.
Her siren songs raised white buoying-waves
pirouetted buoyant, I like flotsam, my love
I am drowning on-this-one plume my dove.

Tuesday, January 17, 2017
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