Let Them Build Into Ledgers
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Mark Heathcote
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Love, pen me your innermost thoughts
darling so that my heart may whorl
and, sense under candlelight the moths
madness to dance and burning twirl.
I want to read my sweet pangs
in your wings patternation
I want to touch, remove masks
read and find no imitation.
Like Yeats & Maud Gonne's letters
send me your best-written love poems
let them build into ledgers
that account for our burning coals.
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