Silk Road Poem by Mark Heathcote

Silk Road



I fly like a bird in stillness
over-pools of lemon and blue
I cut through leaves of fire
to find safety with you.

Your heart is an oasis.
The milk of humankind
Your body is the foothills of life
I hollow out a chamber.

I drink of honey and love,
There is nothing left to remember-
Now but- your beauty
my Venus, of love.

Thursday, February 16, 2012
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Valerie Dohren 16 February 2012

Lovely poem - good write.

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