Playful Fingers… Poem by Mark Heathcote

Playful Fingers…



He kisses me like a caterpillar
curling in a sun-aroused-flower
so playful is his desire, his ardour
my carpel wishes are to enclose
around that wincing thorn of pleasure
to entrap alone his stamens tongue
amidst the sepal-hips of my thighs
now to cocoon, locked, playful fingers
and petal wings together.

Saturday, October 27, 2012
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