Everything Is Tailored Poem by Mark Heathcote

Everything is tailored to look better after dark.
That's why stars have big, combustible hearts.
Doesn't the moon glow more emphatically?
Oh, when fireflies dance in the skies erratically.

Oh, doesn't the ladder in your tights speak to me?
Like the sea against the shore, 'take me up the stairs'
Make me yours, take me to the stars, and kiss me.
Spume waves are hypnotic and briny all the time.

Oh, don't go higher than Icarus unless
The moon is suspended in the night sky.
And if it is, turn inward the yolk of my eyes.
And singing like a siren, needing neither

Love, intruders, or friends
Pull me into your arms.
And drown me in the cover of the night.
When, when, when
Everything is tailored to look better after dark.

A gilded cage is in these heavens.
Turning to burnt candle wax and dust
But if I must, I'll build myself a bridge.
That crosses streams and mountains

That lonely darkness in the night
Oh, ooh, with that ladder in your tights.
'Take me up the stairs' I'm yours.
I am now swimming to new shores.