Mark Heathcote

Gold Star - 28,718 Points (22/03/66 / Manchester)

You’re The Thorn I Suck Without Any Pain - Poem by Mark Heathcote

You’re the thorn I suck without any pain
You’re the cherry blossoms pink witchery
I hope we can be friends, I won’t abstain
If, I’m stung, I won’t ask for liberty.

Aren’t we two equal equable treasures?
Let us combine each our wealth, our livings.
You attract the bees, what countermeasures
Can we bake out of these sweet misgivings?

I’ve melted there is no foregoing, thus he slew
Storm the castle demolished the rampart.
Let us complete our vows, wear something blue,
Lift me above the clouds, you’ve touched my heart.
She sucked the thorn tasting said, I will not -
Pluck takes my quivering hand tie this knot.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, September 15, 2015

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