Be Taken By You Entirely Poem by Mark Heathcote

Even waterfalls can freeze amid their roars.
How cold silence trickles during intercourse
Everything nudges my heart towards yours.
But even a mountain river can change course.

Oh, how I love a piano concerto just before
All the others join in with their musical score.
Those solo moments are, oh, so enthralling.
But I want an ensemble and a whole lot more.

I want to watch our shadows dance in silhouette.
I want your kisses and your fingers to tickle my ivory.
I want an orchestra to push me over the edge.
I want to lose control and be taken entirely by you.

I'm not the kind of man who goes seeking a bordello.
I want an encore when all is said and done.
I want torrents of music, a crescendo.
I want movement—a crying mandolin, a dying swan.

Oh, how I love a piano concerto just before
All the others join in with their musical score.
Those solo moments are, oh, so enthralling.
But I want an ensemble and a whole lot more.

Now that you've kissed me, I feel like I'm once again twenty-one.
I'm learning how to play again in my first musical marathon.
Oh, what a phenomenon you are.
Does my music with you, registrar?