Three Elements Of Love Poem by Mark Heathcote

Just a few short moments after making out
it's likely time to bicker and shout.
The moment I don't hold you, I want to be gone.
The moment I wish for you, you are timid and afraid.
the moment you are not, I tremble-
like some boiling over cooking pot lid.

But when making out, there is a quiet moment
transparent, like the wick amidst a candle flame
that is pure, and passions are achingly fluid lit
a hot-scented bed of conspiratorial magic
where three-elements-are marinated and
happily are married equally together as one.