Redemptive lovers…
By Mark Heathcote
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My love, we haven't danced or linked arms
like those leafless apple trees in the orchard.
Not for a while have we rolled in the weir
ankle to ankle, souls, bobbing naked inward-
drowning 'indeed no air-bubbles left' we're
in no rush, inertia holds no more alarms.
For us around the corner, spring is waking.
As for the moment; its icy, dark waters-
rolling over us like boulders yearning in circles
only-tantalize the fires in our closed quarters.
In truth, we've tasted all their musk tendrils-
their flowering ivy boughs, lovingly, bursting.
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Hi Mark, a poem of wonderful
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Lovely, Mark. Draws the
Lovely, Mark. Draws the reader into its intricacy/imtimacy. Something tragic yet warm and comforting. Reminds me of a Shakespeare sonnet I read years ago - not sure which - that speaks of love and decay in a very warm way.
Parson Thru
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Mark - was just browsing and
Mark - was just browsing and came across this. It took my breath away with its beauty. Deserves far more accolades, in my opinion.
Tina;-)
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