An Hour Of Your Time Poem by Mark Heathcote

An hour of your time
Don't make it a crime
If you say you'll be mine
Somewhere deep inside
Arrives a truth, that doesn't lie
That our love should never die.
Deep beneath your eyelids
A one breath pearl swimmer dives
Like a spy without—disguise
He's injured & he's hurt
Waiting for a word
To console his depleted air his world.
A patriotic thinker
He's got his finger
On the trigger
And doesn't know
How or which way to go…
Doesn't care to live or die alone
So spare a minute on your cell phone
Invite him when he comes in from the cold, back home.
On your terms make love to him & grow old
Together fight the oncoming years and grow old.
It's in his hearts where the truth arrives
I can read it in those tea leaf skies
Before my soul became the mirror of your eyes
Somewhere deep inside
Arrives a truth that never lies
That love for you, it will never tarnish, never die.
Deep beneath your eyelids
This one breath pearl swimmer dives
Like a spy without a disguise
He's injured & he's hurt
Waiting for a word
To console his depleted air his world
A second from his fading time on earth
Don't make it a crime
If you say you'll be his you'll be mine for all time.


14.1.2001