Carole Poem by Mark. A Heathcote

Carole

What a calamity to meet you
Knowing how nothing will ever be the same
That from now on, all thoughts will be directed
Like a reflective signpost to you
That this journey from now on
It can't be completed alone without you.

Carole

What a calamity to meet you
Heartsick for someone I didn't even know
Hoping fate could manifest one more introduction
That'll lead us both into a compromising situation.
That, at the same time, wasn't
Just a seductive invitation.

Carole

What a calamity to meet you
Sleepless nights of wanton lust
Memorising every curve of your face and bust
And then fortuitous fate takes place.
I kissed your lips, and I was graced.
To call you mine
A creature reminiscent of moonlight, divine.