Divergent rivers
Beneath the moons silver lit lamp
Divergent-rivers meandering camp.
In love alone do they worship…?
At the tidal wave in courtship.
Like a water-flower in its stem…
Roused joyously in lustful, men.
Opaque-flesh is unwittingly made divine.
If still pure in petal they’re made sublime.
A floral sky in heaven waits
in the dingle-wood them at the gates.
Where two young lovers; run-amok.
With passions wanton awestruck.
poem by Mark Heathcote
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