Star-Crossed Lovers Poem by Mark Heathcote

Vocally, you are a dream
With a baritone voice on the phone
But visually, I could drown
Eyeing your James Dean looks, your blue-eyed pouts
Lips as lush as two red plums
Oh, if we were star-crossed lovers
I would want to tighten the ligatures
Even if I was bleeding, drifting unpleasantly away…
Oh, if I could wink without a wry smile
I'd give you a wink that would make you smile
That would curve up for a while
Boy, you're such a reverie-
Oh, I could daydream,
You belong to me. You belong with me.
Oh, if we were star-crossed lovers
We could be lightening conductors
And yet set each other free, moving, dancing
Boy, you're such a catch in your ripped jeans
And your Converse all-star trainers
I believe the universe has brought you to me
Oh, if we were star-crossed lovers
I would want to tighten the ligatures
And cocoon in your arms, my heart and soul and even if
Changes came and gave me wings. I wouldn't fly
No, I wouldn't fly away from you.
Oh, because my heart is now as sticky
As superglue darling next to you.