Treasure Island

Mark Heathcote

(22/03/66 / Manchester)

A woman called Hope


A woman called Hope wearing red

Purses her lips like two vibrant rubies

This is youth, slender and tall

Looking for a man half decent to fall

She is a fever - wearing a pale blusher

Every man if they could would want her

If only to raise their own body temperature!

But Hope has a pout that says, look…

But come no further!

If truly, you want to be my lover.

Submitted: Friday, March 28, 2014
Edited: Friday, March 28, 2014

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