Gobbledygook - Squawk? Poem by Mark Heathcote
Gobbledygook - Squawk?
Your eyes, two dried up watering holes for tears
your cheeks and brow they're gentle desert dunes
your blonde hair, sunlight with moonlit-hemispheres
your mouth, a serpent's lair of twisting sinews
your neck a whooper swans swooning silver crook
your shoulders are snowy owl-wings, slumped in rest.
Lovemaking - your body is an audiobook
your breasts rising-peaks eagle-hawks would nest
I look no further, for no man could be more blessed
what better could any man gobbledygook - squawk?
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5/3/2024 1:05:10 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Two dried up watering holes for tears, which are eyes have amazed mind entirely. By such eyes no man could be more blessed. Eyes should carry love and hope of victory. A brilliant poem is excellently penned.10