Eves Love Entices The Phoenix Poem by Mark Heathcote

I'll put your heart into a frying pan,
see if I can't reach a temperature
above freezing, but an executor-
with a sharp tongue; who likes to harangue
sure, it won't be easy, I'll be at pains
to curl a lip or raise the faintest smile
I'll be at pains to think of reconcile
sure, it won't be easy, I'll be at pains
even to consider sharing fuel costs.
You see, I've given up, giving again,
time, time and time and time and time again
you are in an eternal equinox.
I want sunspots on this barren cold moon.
I want a hot sunny June afternoon.