Mark Heathcote

Gold Star - 25,831 Points (22/03/66 / Manchester)

Nothing Makes Me Happier - Poem by Mark Heathcote

If my heart were a gilded flower
Would I give it to the first bee?
To arrive embowered in light

I see. Yes, the world is often dour
Oh, I want to of drink love—drown in ghee
That buttermilk she made metabolite.

Nothing makes me happier or drowsier
Than watching her a woman in her saree
Moth like beneath the moonlight.

Remonstrate and dance, encounter
Her lover, in his trembling apology
Hearts distance, still in satellite.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 25, 2016



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