And It All Makes Me Happy Poem by Mark Heathcote

I hear the silver moans of moths
In their flights, they too cannot fight
I hear the chirpings of a firefly,
Beholden even the flashlights in their bellies.

I see the humpback whale raise a tail
Make the seaquake in his wake
I see the cuckoo in her bumbling fail
Laugh, pushes out others for own sake.

And it all makes me happy
Ecstatic; making love to you
And it all makes me happy
Making midnights love to you.

I smell the jasmine the honeysuckle
Whilst I'm also entwined with you
And the languishing songs of the moon
Winking, go ahead play, loosen your muzzle
She's like the barn owl hooting barking she loves you.

And it all makes me happy
Ecstatic; making love to you
And it all makes me happy
Making midnights love to you.

It's like Harlem on the 4th of July
With fireworks in the cloudless, lashes of the skies.
It's like a white alumina halo melting kissing
Kissing you again and over again.