Misgivings Poem by Mark Heathcote

I've no more unspent ashes, coals or choke
left fuelling her unquenchable desires
that burns in flash fires with or without me.

Her eyes are like two great pyres flaming,
burning either side of a boundless forest
that winds its dark smoky eyelids
around me, locked like a blackbird's wing.

My heart fiercely flew once, like a wild boar
that charges but falls just a snout too short
in breathless panting, its soul's rind
now crackles forever, black and chard.