The Kiss Of Eternity Poem by Mark Heathcote

Lover, your ripples linger on the horizon
enveloping the sum of all meaning
such wanton lust consumes-
itself only to be resurrected whole.

There are moments of abandonment reaching the shore
that never professed to belong to this world.
But are now lapping the shores of heaven
as I drown in the pools of your eyes, a stone.

What was once the centre is now mirrored.
Cast into a maze, one without rooms or exits.
These undulations swell to their girth,
and I am consumed forever by just one kiss.