Infusions Of Love Poem by Mark Heathcote

Cambered moments in my spine
goosebumps on neck and nipple
hot breath, a taste of pepper vine
sins-and-lusts-are-measured in sextuples.

Lest I love you that little bit less
take off your robe and undress
bare your heart and soul thereof
supplant your infusions of love.
Thereof-thereof-thereof
she said let us not transgress,

Lest I love you that little bit less
hold me in your arms-caress
I'm not aloof like Catherine Deneuve
I want additional infusions of love.

Neglectful of the world thereof,
thereof-thereof-thereof
the likes of
undreamed of
we go together, hand and glove.