Divergent Rivers Poem by Mark Heathcote

Beneath the moon's silver-lit lamp
divergent-rivers meandering camp.

In love alone, do they worship
at the tidal wave, in courtship-

like a water flower in its stem
roused joyously in lustful men.

Opaque flesh is unwittingly made divine.
If still-pure-in petal they're made sublime.

A floral sky in heaven waits
in the dingle-wood they at the gates.

Where two young lovers, run-amok
with passions wanton, awestruck.