Who'll Fall Headlong First? Poem by Mark Heathcote

In their throes of love, a tree rocks
Back and forth, roots near uplifted
Hold tight; a fear a paradox-
Comes to them, all subsidised.

They are like two forests embracing
Second, guessing the changing wind
Who'll fall headlong first? Heart racing
Will forever be intertwined?

The other will be entangled
By a Virginia creeping vine—
It will turn from a wild spangled-
Green; to something a lot more sublime.

Their love shall carpet the ground
Spread scarlet waves across the sky
The horizon shall look tie-dyed
Rose dimpled like a rainbow trout.

In their throes of love the world shakes
Down the blossom on the budding bough
It opens secret hearts endow
With gifts therein all-time forsakes.