Porous To Ultraviolet Light Poem by Mark Heathcote

Oh my hearts porous to ultraviolet light
On any given night I’m with you
Tracing strands of moonlight.

I’m like a pale of water trembling
Well above the point of freezing
Close to the point of boiling.

Love I’m almost bubbling,
With feelings vining around my mind—
Your song is soundless as anything.

But love a cuckoo chirps in my soul
Nest building with you
Is like dancing around a flagpole.

In a new united country…
Love this is our land race
Throw off the lace and pick up the pace.

Oh my hearts porous to ultraviolet light
On any given night I’m with you
Tracing strands of moonlight.

Oh I’m in a foxhole
But baby you’re a vixen with a smile
I wouldn’t run a country mile from.

Oh I’m like a pale of water trembling
Well above the point of freezing
More close to the point of boiling.

Love I’m almost bubbling,
With feelings vining around my mind—
Your song is soundless as anything.

But love a cuckoo chirps in my soul
Nest building with you
Is like dancing around a flagpole.

In a new united country…
Love this is our land race
Throw off the lace and pick up the pace.