Till I Feel, Those Nettle Stings Again Poem by Mark Heathcote

Can you hold me for a quiet gathering?
Let me feel those nettle stings again
On my skin, when I hold you.

When I kiss you and feel your enamouring
Flower-nap skin, half undressing me again.
When your mouth sucks and kisses, mine
Kisses my nape it feels like meditation time.
It feels like I'm either in heaven
Or I'm going out of my mind once again.

Can you hold me for a quiet gathering?
Let me feel those nettle stings again
On my skin, when I hold you.
I neither loved nor will I live again, without you
Till I feel, those nettle stings again on my skin.