Will our wounds be sutured?
By Mark Heathcote
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Haven’t I watered tears with tears?
What’s here… that still endears.
What are your big ideas?
Now our divine path umbra’s
And pales in its pulses
Like a frigid winter rose.
Haven’t I watered tears with tears?
What’s here… that still endears.
Now that our heart aches grow rancor.
In a winters store,
Now that its winter forevermore.
Darling, why do we still stall…?
Haven’t I watered tears with tears?
What’s here… that still endears.
Look out at our two silhouettes
Their separate kisses - their fall
Their riven gold band duets
Is now only a kind of mothball?
Haven’t I watered tears with tears?
What’s here… that still endears.
As the moon glistens from her temples
I dream all our time maybe deferred.
Just as the oceans pendulum, tendrils…
All shores; will our wounds be sutured?
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Lovely read Mark. The
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