Thinks Not Only Mind Poem by Mark Heathcote

When writing don't just think with your own mind
It's only a small part of the body,
A trembling hand was equally defined
Grasped within, another's hand sturdy.

The mouth a-wash with love like a bursting-
Berry was equal in taste to that drawn
From your own lips indelibly thirsting
Those you've kissed once and want never withdrawn.

The heart that grows sick in separation
Is like the capital of a country,
Like the capital city of a nation
On their behalf speaks imperturbably.

As does a single apple blossom be-
Fore and after it's been predetermined
Sun-kissed, so, therefore, be like potpourri
With all senses and less introverted.

When, writing, therefore, thinks not only mind
For the whole body thinks feels creation.
And the whole of creation is entwined
In thought and feeling the whole undertaken.