Warm Winter Lips Poem by Mark Heathcote

Warm winter lips
Like hypnotic clouds
Lift me up to the stars
Where the darkness enshrouds,
You were Jupiter and I,
I was Saturn’s mystical rings
Laced around you’re…
Inner; circling clothing arms.

Warm winter kisses gravitate
Like the humming of the bees
Warmed by the fragrant flower
The dying embers of the sun
Shimmering in her rose leaves
We discovered as an eternal
Blue rose laced and lit with dew.

Oh yes, I knew it well
The moment we kissed
That all of time would stand still
Oh yes, I knew it well
You loved me only, and I you
And nothing else would slide
Or collide between you or me.