Mark Heathcote Poems

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271.
Who But Could—the Saints, Resist Her...

I am here alone, lying on this cotton pillow.
I can still recall the lure of her lily scent:
Bouquets I gaze, camphor, and shadow...
There is never a dull moment. When the heart repents.
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272.
The Soul Of Eternal Love

Chase me like a mirror
Into the silvery pond
Chase me like a bird
Into the buds of spring
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273.
What You Ask?

A punctuation mark… Molten in wax
A shimmering flirtation within the night!
A 'dog's cock 'a flower like Devils Flax
With its yellow and orange tongue—alight!
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274.
A Tenant Is He

A tenant is he, the would-be bee
To husband a flower.
That wishes not, her ambles free
In fear of the seed-plougher
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275.
Sonnet

Love bends over a yellow stalk of wheat,
hope shields these grains her seed sowed, eyes
corn poppies pearl-black, the inset stars discreet,
worm-eaten flowers caste up a moment's prize.
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276.
Am I Insensitive?

Ghosts come in the shape of the living
I've seen both
but guess what?
It's frightening how alive
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277.
What Would This Life Be Like?

What-would-this-life-be-like
Without a holiday festival, without a party,
Without a little bit of faith and healing
If we all feared living our lives
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278.
Questions Of Adultery

Where can we break eggshells?
And meet as lovers.
When can two lovers kiss and tell?
Their heart's content to one another.
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279.
If Love Was A Pocket-Watch

If love was a pocket-watch
I'd never wind the dial
Because time is a fickle friend
That only lasts a while.
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280.
For You

When I breathe in
you sigh
for me, for you
for you, for me.
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