Harvest Moon Poem by Mark. A Heathcote

Let me touch and kiss you like an apple blossom.
Let my two lips wind like black centipedes.
Serpentine your spine; let me be Merlin.
Ah, listening, magically... the reeds.

Whilst your music bends the chords
Let us cocoon-spin silk spider webs.
On never-ending spools, bridge these fjords.
Let me phosphor and glow in your heart's inlets.

Let me love you; be the flower's stamen.
In your heart, let me be your harvest moon.
Like Earth, bring me along in fixation.
Tell me you love me; my elations bloom.