Like A Salmon, I Would Leap To Catch The Stars Poem by Mark Heathcote

Nothing brings me as much pleasure
as gazing at your eyes countermeasure
like a salmon, I would leap to catch the stars
like a firefly, I would imitate hot fiery sparks.

As we kiss waxing like hot-orbs delirious
melting into each other's lips - it's mysterious
how it all unfolds, how one day it will die,
leave a gaping-black-hole nothing can transmogrify.

It's-hurtful sleeping alone in my bed
when I've been-warmed by your blood
yes, it's wounding, cold cruel, being misled
when all you ever wanted was to be loved.