Silk road

I fly like a bird in stillness
over pools of lemon and blue
and cut through leaves of fire
to find safety with you

your heart an oasis
the milk of human kind
your body the foothills of life
I hollow out a chamber

I drink of honey and love,
There's nothing left to remember-
now, but your beauty
my Venus of love.

poem by Mark Heathcote
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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