My Poetry Is To Poem by Mark Heathcote

My poetry is to be alone with you.
My poetry is to kiss you and fall into your palms.
My poetry is to consume all desire in this endless bliss.
And yet know it all be over in a minute.
My poetry is to hold you in my arms and not speak.
My poetry is not to worry when you're holding my hand.
When you're reading my mind and asking for more.
My poetry is to dance like a honeybee.
And knows what's in store for free for me.
And where to find it and where it'll always be
My poetry is a song sung by a siren who takes pity on me.
And lets me linger on and on like the waves of the sea.
Forever young and strong
My poetry comes naturally to me.
But for her, it's wanting fulfilment in dribs and drabs.
Without any more charms, she just wants to die in my arms.
My poetry is an entrance and an exit where the river flows.
And cuts a new path, a highway between me and you.
My poetry is a clothless nude.
With little or nothing more to do
Then make love to you.