Mark Heathcote

Gold Star - 25,634 Points (22/03/66 / Manchester)

Tectonic Plates - Poem by Mark Heathcote

I have longed to kiss.
That brow of sunken silence
I have longed to reminisce.
The furrowed arches she'd raised.
Such tenderness abreast
Is spellbindingly, tainted.
At worst; fractures, like these
Are tectonic plates, moving, southwest?
But I swear I still have her heart and soul
They're still under my house arrest
Even though, I'm now, homeless.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, July 14, 2012

Poem Edited: Thursday, July 19, 2012

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