Mark Heathcote

(22/03/66 / Manchester)

Shadows Voice Their Secrets


It’s like those stars fluttering,
Burning, in their coals...
And you, you coke my hearts
Unanswered questions
Like garnet stones.

Your bodies heated Furness’s
Is like the centre of a rose
Where shadows speak
So loudly they lose their voice
But not their spark,

Shadows voice their secrets
When they meet
When we roll in their coals
Shadows voice their secrets
Like the northern lights

For us we’re enrolled in a rose
Like two bugs cocooned
Together but never to sleep
Honestly, that’s how shadows meet
With unanswered questions
Like a secret birthstone a garnet
Burning in the fires of their coals…

Submitted: Friday, November 01, 2013
Edited: Saturday, November 02, 2013
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