Healing Properties Poem by Mark Heathcote
Healing Properties
She awoke the Vespers of that noon
rang alarm bells longing to be attuned
she moved like a dune on a starlit night
ran through my fingers, jealously guarded
her skin was the colour of dolomite
pinkish marble, a crystal regarded
to own healing properties within it.
I marvelled at her quiet tranquillity
how she captivated me to submit
my heart, my soul with such futility.
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