Anecdotal Love Poem by Mark Heathcote

Anecdotal love, you're writing a new chapter
a new-phase a time & a place,
my heart's blood wants to race,
without any trace, an ordinance of grace.
It's a disgrace, a time & a place you've now interlace-
to satisfies all my animalistic; attentions, animalistic affections.
Anecdotal love, this narcosis of ours is all smoke & mirrors.
It's a-high; it's an opiate, manufactured dream of lust.
Somehow, I've just got to believe.
I can still, independently, breathe.
Or else I'll die, I'll choke
& life will drift on by
with all my misogynistic, distrusting's
animalistic attentions, animalistic affections
in all those misplaced theatricalities, self-confessional, discretion's.