Every Lover Poem by Mark Heathcote
Every Lover
Every lover is longing-his-touch
like a startling cattle prod,
something mysterious
just out of reach with promises
always unfulfilled like the centre
of a ripe, juicy peach.
That is the deathly silence
of his loving affirmations
the sighs of an ocean in a conch shell
that has exposed, expressed
a ceaseless willingness
to love you them back, thankless.
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