Sticky Molasses… Poem by Mark Heathcote

I went from longing to going antenatal classes
This was after a period of exquisite lust
We never made the bed. Never learnt or found time to adjust.
It was lovemaking, dawn to dust; sticky molasses.

But now my sweet honey. It's time for holy, motherhood.
I'm too tired of loving, copulation
I need reassurance, I feel grossly misunderstood.
I now need a man, not a boy or a freshman.

I went from longing, from a girl to womanhood.
By the grace of God, I now have to be more mature - robust.
I gave up my maidenhood, now isn't the time - falsehood
I'm ready to burst with real love, I'm ready to combust.

I went from longing and a new true sacrificial
Echo of who I was, was to be a new you and me.
What's artifice can no longer be superficial
Together in a short while, we'll both share a family tree.