Love Catapults Me Poem by Mark Heathcote

Love catapults me like a seed into the wind
Here I am without feet, without roots
Here I am jettisoned alone and yet entwined.
But I know there are flowers in my hair.
Yes violas' smiling with tints the shade of tears
In the shape of a tiara ice-dried frozen in solitude.
And know I wear your breath like a perfume
Bathe in its condensed trembling dew.

Know that I am melting that a shell is opening
That a fig-root is delving into your soul,
That a camouflaged moth is crimsoning inside.
First blush red-bronze then sticky honey gold.
Then like a moonflower spun white
Whirled around like a snowflake translucent
I feel myself melting letting go
Joined by a butterfly; all the colours of a rainbow.

Love catapults me to a waterfall—I surrender
I do not leap to find another shore I just, fall
Nor do I comet across the universe the solar system,
I am a salmon with no resistance, dancing silver
Only to stay without feet, without roots another day.
Maybe the wind will hold me in her shawl
Take me to her bosom and never let me go
Love catapults me to you, darling, that's all I know.