Mark Heathcote

Gold Star - 25,635 Points (22/03/66 / Manchester)

Moonlight Delights - Poem by Mark Heathcote

In her hands, her new beau will be smelt
Adrift turned around, a-new-cast, swanlike
On a black lake, intercepted and paired,
Soon she’ll entwine with him unladylike.

Henna tattooed hands. Outfitted like ferns
Awaited him before the dawns first light
Ankles bangle dancing in butter churns
Ghee in unexpected, moonlight delights.

Their every kiss a cloistering silken, web
She feared in tenderness, struggle breaks
Every touch does a serpentine snowflake
Melt, slip and fall into a hissing lost dissent.

But still swanlike they’re both swooned
Each with the other when the sun resonates
All bird song shall be over shadowed
Almost never to be understood inarticulate.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, March 8, 2015



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