Till Star-Like I've No Further Appetite Poem by Mark Heathcote

In me, there is a seed trying to grow
All you need do—smile shine a little sun,
And a kernel will open—overflow
"First steadying, carpet roots will-be-spun,
An arm like a fig will coil for support
At times, I might flail in the dark shadows
Of a depressive cloud, but in my heart
In the watery depths of dank-mangroves
Flowers exist, that'll envelop you
And reflect every loving residue."
It is here I would use-every sinew,
Like a Venus Fly Trap, to possess you.
Keep you my sunlight snared, both day and night;
Till star-like I've no further appetite.