The Self-Portrait Poem by Mark. A Heathcote
The Self-Portrait
Love isn't a guise or a disguise.
My love for you isn't a prop or a backdrop.
I fan the flames that fire your heart.
Am I not that landscape, within and without?
Am I not the canvas?
The self-portrait in oils you've longed to paint
I tautly stretched the cloth to the frame.
Monday, June 2, 2025
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