With My Eyes Still Jaundiced, Blessed Poem by Mark Heathcote

The nights are so faded, I fear each death
Each nocturnal shadow day we have left.

Each hemlock of passion dawn has to set
Leads-us much closer that wayfarers step

In webbing's tomorrow of a spider's eye
We'll glibly be tailored a silk suit to die

A carnal butterfly I'm doused in her love
Anaemic was her flesh I alight upon her soul

Like a pearl-cocooned heavenly dove
In a wine sack dressed, I broke home
With my eyes still jaundiced, blessed