Trapped In Your Beaming Headlights Poem by Mark Heathcote

I'm out of my shell, exposed far-too-ajar;
Have we dined out on oysters and caviar?
Your beauty is the full-beam of the moon.
Oh, how I have ventured out too soon.

I'm trapped, in your beaming headlights
Where can I roam, run to tonight
I'm frozen, like ice, a zigzagging scar
And you are an oncoming car.

But now I'm here; let me make it quite clear
I'll not be a rooted rodent running or dodging a spear
I'm here because your beauty blinded me and invited me here
I'm here because your heart never lost sight of me
I'm here because your soul called, cooed out to me.

Your beauty is the full-beam of the moon
Oh, how I have ventured out and, pretend it's too soon.
I'm trapped, in your beaming headlights
Oh, where can I roam, run to tonight.

But like the mouse and the lion,
My fate and, my faith was the same.
I knew you weren't a lion with a scorpion tail
I knew you weren't some, kind of Manticore
But like a legendary creature
You sealed my fate-forevermore.

Like in some fairy-tale way, I knew you weren't ever lame.
That you were in that slow lane to knock me over
And I guess I just had to meet you on that hard-shoulder
And fall prey to all my fears
Blinded by your light; blinded by your beauty
Blinded by your light; blinded by your beauty
Blinded by your light; blinded by your beauty

… You ran me clean over
And left the dust still spinning rising in the road
And the harder we, you drove the closer we wanted to be
How we both, wanted to be mowed down blown over.

But like the mouse and the lion,
My fate and, my faith was the same.
I knew you weren't a lion with a scorpion tail
I knew you weren't some, kind of Manticore
But like a legendary creature
Love, sealed my fate-forevermore.

It clipped the wings, the tail of a mythical Manticore.
And for the first time, I felt like I could really, roar!
And for the first time,
I felt like I could really, be glad to knock on your door!
I felt like I could really, be glad to snore and let my heart outpour
And be exposed far-too-far-ajar
Dining-out on oysters and caviar?