I Yearn To Climb The Trellis Of Your Love Poem by Mark Heathcote

I yearn to climb the trellis of your love.
Covet the thermals of the sky a dove.
I am a serpent that has lost its tongue
That whispers of secrets blossom unsung.

Mould me in your arms, temperate flower
Let me set seed when foretold is my hour.
Darling, I'll not journey far from my roots
Love, I am drunk with all your attributes.

Something indelibly still-longs-in-me
An urge ravenous as a bumblebee
Beats-its-wings, I am no more burdensome.
I break the bonds of life's imprisonment.

Moved by the moon's intoxicating dew
I taste these kisses, each salty sinew.
A jewelled flower emerges from me, too.
Warms-beneath and bends me like green bamboo.

Entering her palace, I expected this.
But not to lose wholly, my serpent hiss
Drop all my scales and drown in a cauldron
Be changed into a prince and a sultan.