Goldmine Poem by Mark Heathcote

Subconsciously I wonder just why I love him,
why I haven't yet left you
subliminally I know something doesn't fit
no matter how hard I try,
there's always something that doesn't quite-
sit well with me.

Systematically I might question-him
until he's thirty shades of turquoise blue
methodically I might cross-examine you
but darling, know this I love you, I love you crazily
that's why I'm crying because I found myself a goldmine.
And to its 24 karat core, his claim on me is pure.

So, if you're wondering why I'm still mad
it's because I fear to be glad
and will not have him think he no longer needs to work.
And have some other little hovering hummingbird
whisper boy; let's make like two turtle doves
innocent and pure but secretly make love.

Subconsciously I wonder just why I love him,
why I haven't yet left you yet
subliminally I know something doesn't quite fit
no matter how hard I try,
there's always something that doesn't-
sit well with me.
And I question why he's always tired.

Systematically I might question-him
until he's thirty shades of turquoise blue
methodically I might cross-examine you
but darling, know this I love you, I love you crazily
that's why I'm crying because I found myself a goldmine.