Wilting Flower Chains Poem by Mark Heathcote

In love's summer wilting flower chains
You bind my hands in fire and then ice
Of my heart and soul, you demand flames
You then request I dance in a vice.

You ask me to be warm and take you
In my arms, when I'm all frosty-eyed.
Burning yet inside alone less inclined
Dangling upside down, I ask you.

Tied in twisting vines, columns of air
Is there still, still time to right-me-up
Can I abide veils of smoke, be fair
Only want not to be snubbed by you.

Love lets make new flower chains new bonds
Let's do away with fire and black-ice
Let's be extra warm and just be nice
Let neither one of us be demigods.

Love lets talk till we sleep, tick-tocking
With time without one bad, evil word
Let's be friends and stop scaring the crows
Honey, I understand things get blurred.

Love lets strip out of our wilting petals
Here's mine, where's yours, love here goes
Love let's get back to the fundamentals.
Here's mine, where's yours, love here goes.