Wilting Flower Chains Poem by Mark Heathcote

In love's summer, wilting flower chains
You bind my hands in fire and then ice.
Of my heart and soul, you demand flames.
You then request that I dance in a vice.

You ask me to be warm and take you.
In my arms, when I'm all frosty-eyed.
Burning yet inside alone, less inclined
Dangling upside down, I ask you.

Tied in twisting vines, columns of air
Is there still time to right-me-up
Can I abide these veils of smoke? Be fair.
I only want not to be snubbed by you.

Love, let's make new flower chains and new bonds.
Let's do away with fire and black ice.
Let's be extra warm and just be nice.
Let neither one of us be Demigod's

Love, let's talk till we sleep, tick-tocking.
With time, without one bad, evil word
Let's be friends and stop scaring the crows.
Honey, I understand things get blurred.

Love, let's strip out our wilting petals.
Here's mine, where's yours? Love here goes.
Love, let's get back to the fundamentals.
Here's mine, where's yours? Love here goes.