I Will Not Dance To The Sorrow Of Your Song Poem by Mark. A Heathcote

I will not dance to the sorrow of your song.
I will not worry if my guitar is tuned.
Oh, darling, none of your love affirmations
Will keep my heart and soul intact or amused.

So, I live my life without any regrets.
So, if you hang me out to dry,
Believe me, I won't cry.
But darling, you might suddenly die.

In a crystal thread of diamonds
Kisses dewily wet, laced with poison.
It might be posted on your eyelids
But, baby, I'll still have no regrets.
If tomorrow you're toast if you're dead.
And your face looks cold and ghostly blue.

I will not dance to the sorrow of your song.
I will not worry if my guitar isn't properly tuned.
If the base is too high
And you feel I'm driving you crazy.
Oh, darling, none of your love affirmations

It will save my heart and soul
Darling, in a spider's web
You'd be better off with a black widow spider's bite.
Leaving you dead
Because I will not spin you another lifeline thread
And I'll be more deadly than a rattlesnake.

When you've been bitten for the first time
Love, you'll be like a horse with four hooves.
Beating around a race track
About to have a heart attack
Kept alive because you've only circled the track once with me
Looking for closure, because I was too wild and hot for you
On the first time around that track.