Intoxication Poem by Mark. A Heathcote

Intoxication

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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