Meet Me At The Book Fair Poem by Mark Heathcote

Meet me at the book fair
I'll swear I'll write another chapter there.
About Damsons reaching a fruition sealing my fate
About a sweetness between my fingers dripping out

There'll be no more stones between us.
I'll love you cover to cover.
Oh, these damsons will seal our fate.
Oh, meet me at the book fair.
I've bookmarked a page in my soul.

Oh, I've read this book of Damsons.
Cover to cover,
And made of you much more than my lover
Or something to store in my larder.

Meet -me at the book fair.
And we'll slide between some vellum sheets.
That'll never be written again.
About a sleeping compartment on a train
That'll never come back full circle again.

People say these Damsons are a sleep aid too
But that's not what will be happening on this travelling coach.
When we read between these leaves.
And visit our heart's lonely quiet library.

Oh, darling you're otherworldly don't you know
A fairy tale a work of fiction don't you know.
And I'm a Damson crushed strawberry fool to love you.
Oh, darling meet me at the book fair and sign my fate.

All this fruition sounds like a sticky date.
Caramel-like a sweet peach.
Meet me at the book fair, darling.
Don't remain like a book on the top shelf just out of reach.
Oh, darling you're otherworldly don't you know
A fairy tale a work of fiction don't you know.