The Web Poetry Corner - M A Heathcote - Winters echo sweeps her off her feet
Winters echo sweeps her off her feet
by
M A Heathcote
Till Elysium streams of moonlight
Cometh an angel’s translucent kiss
Tremble I moth like in her starlit abyss_
Reticent of dawn’s precocious sunlight
Eclipsing her fragile pale haunted lips
I spy her footsteps dancing each-in-each
Tender tip-toe meetings ghostly impeach
Our heart beats whispered wanton dance
Moonlit fires of quenching dewy romance
But its then engulfs her prelude sleep
Winters echo sweeps her off her feet
As snow and ice like sister meet
Its then I omit, a cold defeat_
For the curve of her spine
Is a serpent mine?
That I’ve kissed to the sorrow
Bone and marrow
True, in the hope of securing...
The loosening, moorings
Of our souls
Bound-together in
Her own Dead Sea scrolls_