He's In My Face Poem by Mark Heathcote

He's in my face
like some double-base
Harpooned-cupid of the human race
Oh, how I'm now sighing too,
holding on to an opened wound
oh, how I need another living soul
-bleeding like there's nothing left to live for.

He's in my face
like some lovesick fool
like a full translucent moon
he leads me through the forest
holding hands, the scent of jasmine
entwines perfumes his soul with mine
so, tonight let me dine.

He's in my face
like some wagging puppy dog
yes, he is the prince of frogs
I want to spend all my numbered days in his arms
Holding-faster every minute
Lost for an eternity in his charms
For-all-perpetuity - my darling dear.