Snow-Kisses Pine Needle Poem by Mark Heathcote

Snow-kisses-pine needle against bare skin.
Chilled champagne tingling's bubbling,
Immerse voiceless, deep murmurings within.
Warmth massages in the snowdrops'
When two swaddling bees pair up, akin.

The flower's honey runs near, concluded.
Bodies in their goosebumps hive all over
As they loll like curling leaf tongues
Sizzled by the first sun's heated enjambment-
The hum of satisfaction. Loves thumping clamour.

So, now you're in touch with nature
You want to bloom and never fade
Oh, into that fast-glowing dying ember.
But still, you remember those first little flurries
His snow-kisses-pine needling against bare skin.

Voiceless warbling's pressing deep within.
Like, when two swaddling bees paired up,
For a long dark winter lovingly akin.
Heavenly fabulous also her mottled cries
The hum of satisfaction,
Clamour - never to wither or die.