Just So I Could Write About Our Love Poem by Mark Heathcote

There are snippets about you in these poems darling
but I'm not going through them, word for word
I'd rather glide like a bird uninterrupted
on ethereal winds rise to the zeniths in the darkness up above.
I'd rather dance like a strobe light in your hair
and holds on to you, glowing feeling unaware
I helped make you strip and bare your soul
simply put, I held your heart and squished out its inky blood.
Just so, I could write about our love.
Just so, I could write about our love.
Just so, I could write about our love.