That Dirty Deed That Cast A Seed Poem by Mark Heathcote

Sometime
Way after dark
I've coals burning
Here diamonds rain
Down on a midnight hour
And a forest flower burns
Trembles in her white root
Leans on her grapevine
That declines anymore to climb
That's when I know
My heart truly-
Truly, truly-
Truly beats
Sometime
Way after dark
I have a shallow heart
Want's to light a spark
And in her inner sanctum;
Ignite a flaming hot discharge.
I have a living pulse
Wants to bleed
Wants to fuse
And discover love
Find its muse
Do it with you my dove
That dirty deed
That cast a seed.