Epicentre... Poem by Mark Heathcote

Kiss me, make these miracles blush
make storms in their tempests hush,
caress me wave-like having no roots;
return always finding new routes.
Lift me like a mountain thermal
watch me float angel-like internal
see me glow near -supernatural.
In your arms swimming, lateral
pivoting, towards your heart's centre
its universe is my epicentre.
Lift me, hold me, kiss and caress me
let me drown in the depths of my dream.
Never to wake—let me bury your soul
in the lips of my ocean, leave the shoal
and like a dead coral reef grow again,
again inside of me like ten men.