Prodigal Moon Poem by Mark Heathcote

Your hearts a tangerine
I want to peel and eat each segment
Your hearts a tangerine
I want to peel and eat each segment.

Feel your lips pressing, washing over me.
You're like a deity, a prodigal moon,
A kind of unexpected blessing
Returning to a point in time
I felt completely exposed
To a change of tide
Where I'm sure, I lost my mind.

I had to laugh and give you half a smile.
I couldn't stop myself from mirroring your eyes
I couldn't avert the stars beaming…
I couldn't prevent being for almost a second time paralysed
With just one insignificant taste, I was naked as a peeled tangerine.
I was waiting on the deity, a prodigal moon, to turn on and switch off the light.
And segment my heart and soul with a stolen minute's delight.