Proclivities Poem by Mark Heathcote

You've-got-your proclivities, who knew
Somebody seductive removed my bicycle clips
And asked me why-I'm-blue
Don't you see it's a full moon and I love you?

Soon it'll be too dark-
For even coal sellers visit after dark
To empty his hessian sack
And light a goddamn spark.

You've-got-your proclivities and I've-got-them too.
To take off all my clothes
And get naked skin-to-skin with you
Listen to a saxophone horn growl and fade
Darling, I'm not afraid of anything today.

You've got your proclivities for stiletto shoes
And long red flowing hair
I've got mine dominos, drinking
And fall downstairs.

But together; I'll play it clever
And act real cool
Because I've got proclivities
For making, love to you.