Mark Heathcote

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Someone Pass The Ketchup - Poem by Mark Heathcote

Someone pass the Ketchup. Pensive waiting,
Equating, hands of time with emptiness…
Absent of company, still not eating,
What’s keeping him—this how he expiates?
Apologises, treats his dinner dates!
I’m famished. I’m past the point of hunger
“Jeez, I hope he warms the bloody plates
Wouldn’t have happened when, I was younger”.
I’m going cold on this meal, I want him,
I’ll slip-out of my heels, and sneak a look
I’ll pinch his bottom, and I’ll stay in-trim
Isn’t he yummy? Who needs a cookbook?
If he’s lucky, I’ll be wearing the thyme!
On a slow timer together, we’ll chime.

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  • Kumarmani Mahakul (11/29/2015 5:23:00 PM)


    Going cold on this meal is very amazing and thought provoking in this sharing. Wisely drafted.10 (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, November 29, 2015



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