Put Me In A Bread Maker - Poem by Mark Heathcote
Put me in a bread maker with you
We’ll rise together with the yeast of love
My dove it’s just you and me hereof…
We’ll plait each day,
We’ll plait each day, forever hitherto…
There is only one man,
Who could break this love knot divine?
There is only one fisherman,
Who could hook and break this line…
That keeps us entwined.
Love my dove; I give you all my heart
Love we are betrothed
Love I feel your hot breath on my lips
Love we are married, we are absolved
Love, back in our bed folds we find bliss.
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