Defer Your Execution Poem by Mark Heathcote

Defer Your Execution



I see your fear even to be?
Who you-really-are
let yourself be
a fully open portal ajar.

You are a Tsar, a King.
Your heart is a
star-strewn reservoir.
Your love is a watering hole.

Many would be mesmerised
drinking their fill, if only
You believed your heart was worth giving.

Tuesday, April 17, 2018
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