Harvest Moon Poem by Mark Heathcote

Let me touch, kiss you, like apple-blossom
Let my lips like two meeting side streets
Serpentine your spine, let me be Merlin,
Ah, listening, magically the reeds.

Whilst-your-own music bends the chords.
Let us cocoon, spin silk spider webs
On-never-ending spools, bridge these fjords.
Let me phosphor glow in your heart's inlets.

Let me love you, be the flower stamen
In your heart, let me be your harvest moon
Like earth bring me along in fixation
Tell me you love me, my elations-bloom.