Intoxication
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Mark Heathcote
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Surely I will catch my breath-
and remember, I must breathe.
Such beauty as hers undresses
a perfumed rose, a pastiche
of nature at its honed best.
Central to her universe
I must fall at her behest.
This heart's not safe anymore
my poor petals do disperse
dancing like a bee to its lure.
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