My Port In A Storm Poem by Mark Heathcote

I like it when you down-tools and kiss me
when you gaze at me, eyes caramelised.
Sending shivers down my spine out to sea
where you, rescue me, before-I'm-capsized.

I like it when your arms sweetly enfold
like an all-encompassing harbour wall
says-to-the outside no more storms assault
he is in my keeping, part of my shore.

I claim him not-as-some sort of bounty,
but as-a-lover richly-well deserved
and, I would remunerate-conversely,
internally, I love her still unreserved.

It is with all my heart I stir this course
buoyed by her raft of open honesty,
as seen in her eyes and quiet discourse
spoken gentler than most words orally.