With my eyes still jaundiced, blessed
The nights are so faded I fear each death
Each nocturnal shadow a day we have left
Each hemlock of passion dawn has to set
Leads us much closer that wayfarers step…
In webbing's tomorrow of a spider's eye
We'll glibly be tailored a silk suit to die
A carnal butterfly I doused for her love
Anemic of her flesh I alight upon her soul
Like a pearl cocooned heavenly dove
In a wine sack dressed, I broke home
With my eyes still jaundiced, blessed
poem by Mark Heathcote
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