Purple Words Poem by Mark Heathcote

Your fingerprints they're a spiral
And each one is a biblical…salvation.
I'm falling while their pressing soft
And then firm against my skin.

At times it really hurts and
I'm bruised with purple words.
Like a crocus, I could burst,
Burst crimson and saffron on your tongue.

Your fingerprints they're a spiral
And each one is a biblical…salvation.
Pawing and petting,
Petting and pawing like butterfly wings with kisses of affirmation.

Each one is a moment of eternal damnation.
Each one is a biblical-salvation.
A coffin stone lid pressed against my skin.
An affirmation you knew just where to begin.

And how only you could melt the ice and snow
In spirals that warm my soul
Oh, at times, it really hurts, and
I'm bruised with purple words.

Like a crocus, I could burst,
Burst crimson and saffron on your tongue.
Your fingerprints they're a spiral.
And each one is a biblical…salvation in my mind.