Mark Heathcote

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StoryTen For The Ten Commandments (IP) well-wisher914 years 8 months ago
StoryNicknames for Aislinn Mark Heathcote415 years 2 months ago
StoryLove is the drug shoe815 years 2 months ago
Storyplease (don't ) marry me! shoe1515 years 2 months ago
Storythe affair shoe1315 years 2 months ago
StoryNo two people Mark Heathcote215 years 6 months ago
StorySpring Fever jennifer215 years 6 months ago
StoryEunectes Murinus Anna Marie315 years 7 months ago
StoryToothless Wander lenchenelf915 years 7 months ago
StoryHow royally Avant-garde am I? Mark Heathcote115 years 9 months ago
StoryNearly human (again) Nick.A315 years 11 months ago
StoryDo the British take their brollies? Mark Heathcote616 years 1 month ago
StoryVII Stanzas Mark Heathcote216 years 1 month ago
StoryA Lovely Day Jupiter1816 years 2 months ago
StoryThe Trouble with Grace Silver Spun Sand3016 years 3 months ago
StoryChaosity Kills jennifer216 years 8 months ago
StoryPenetrates jennifer116 years 12 months ago
StoryThe music of one’s love is deaf and dumb Mark Heathcote317 years 2 weeks ago
StoryA Cautionary Tale MistakenMagic217 years 3 months ago
StoryIn these cormorant hours spent swift Mark Heathcote217 years 3 months ago

My stories

Oh what do you really, quietly, feel?

The eyes of dawn meet me under her grey hoarfrost blanket Oh I never thought the howling in your heart; could be so cold. Or so loud or unforgiving; oh give unto me them stars shining...

The strumpet

You’d ride the wind… But the wind will not follow… Arse over tit, tit over tale. Greek as an olive You’d squeeze out the sun oil Rape seeds youthful and yellow.

In spring temporary southwest

Temporary southwest “Who am I to address Her flagon-red” dress! Amid the ashen summer Between—each! Tick-tock! Swishing of her scarlet frock Equinox of autumn slumber!

Love is a window starlit bright

Love is a window starlit bright And you are the moon That encompasses its light Thriving like a winters flower Visited in the mystical—night? You are a forest of melting snow

Her touches are like snow icicles

Her touches are like snow icicles Tongue tickling wisps of frozen light Each fingertip is an isotonic particle A throbbing cosmos of winter—delight Her dock leaf strokes nettle wet kisses

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